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A Wandering Soul
Ethan stood at the threshold of his apartment, staring blankly at the stack of unopened envelopes on the coffee table. The bold, underlined words "Important: Job Application Update" plastered across the top of each envelope mocked him, a stinging reminder of his current predicament. It seemed like a cruel irony - Ethan, the successful graduate, with top honors from a reputable university, now facing a tide of job search struggles.
By B. E. Machiabout a year ago in Humans
The Veil of Valor
Michael was known to everyone as the rock, the stronghold of his family. As the eldest of four siblings, he had always been the one to lend a hand and provide a shoulder to cry on. His parents often praised him for his unwavering resilience in the face of adversity, and his friends admired his ability to maintain a calm and collected demeanor no matter the situation. But beneath the surface of this seemingly unbreakable man, Michael felt a deep and profound emptiness that gnawed at him every day.
By B. E. Machiabout a year ago in Pride
Flames of Desire
In the land of Elyria, where the elements danced with magic and the air hummed with untold power, the Ignis Faction was preparing for an important mission. Aiden Stormrider, a formidable Fire Mage, stood in the heart of the council chamber, surrounded by the wisest and most respected members of his faction. The council leader, a venerable woman with hair like molten lava, addressed Aiden with gravity in her voice.
By B. E. Machiabout a year ago in Fiction
When Silence Speaks
Lucas stood by the window, the dim sunlight casting an ethereal glow on his pale, wistful face. He gazed out into the bustling city, a seemingly endless sea of people, yet felt an ocean of loneliness within him. It was the cruel paradox of his life: to be surrounded by so many, and yet to feel so utterly alone.
By B. E. Machiabout a year ago in Fiction
Love Beyond Boundaries
Luke Madison stood by the photocopier, his tie loosened, watching as the machine spat out sheet after sheet of meaningless reports. The hum of the copier and the faint aroma of toner filled the air. He glanced at the clock on the wall – ten minutes to five. He rubbed his temples, willing the clock to move faster. This job was just another in a series of failed opportunities, and he could feel the weight of failure pressing down on him with every passing second.
By B. E. Machiabout a year ago in Fiction