Bob manuel
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I write all sort of things
Stories (10/0)
The Dream is Awakening
The corridors were lined with ancient texts and old oil paintings set in golden frames and crackled shellac. Rich tapestries of silk and wool decorated the floors as ornate carvings protruded from the earthen walls casting shadows and story from the candles that flickered nearby. The air was thick and sweet with a subtle aroma of jasmine and chai spiced tea.
By Bob manuel12 days ago in Fiction
Are You Terrified Of The Dark?
There is just something about horror films that keep us coming back for more. Whether it's the sense of danger that boosts our adrenaline, knowing that we can watch the danger on our screen whilst knowing we are perfectly safe, or maybe it's the thrill of being scared that keeps drawing us back.
By Bob manuel13 days ago in Horror
By the erratic thread of an illusion
I sift through the panels of prospective partners and wonder just what the hell my mother was thinking with this charade. The pictures don't matter—women showing off their teeth in white arrays, hairstyles that defy the imagination (and gravity), too little or too much make-up from the Generation Markets—but I find myself searching for something. That something, well, perhaps I don't exactly know what it is yet.
By Bob manuel13 days ago in Fiction
The Celestials
In the dazzling depths of the stellar constellation Aclurione, a cosmic spectacle unfolds before the observing eyes. Galaxies shine in perfect harmony, casting their colors and shapes against a breathtaking celestial backdrop. Among these celestial bodies, orbiting around a star emitting a gentle golden light, lies a majestic planet named Lueastre.
By Bob manuel13 days ago in Fiction
Some Advice From The Generations of My Family
When I was about 5 or 6 I encountered my first person with special needs. I asked my dad about it because kids on the bus said some pretty mean things to the boy. My dad told me that every person I would ever meet in my life would know something I didn't, it was my job in life to learn something from each and every person I met. To prove his point he asked me if I knew the boys name. I did not. Dad simply said "He does, ask him". So the next day on the bus I did ask him. And as I talked to him I found out that if you told him a date in any year in history he could tell you what day of the week it fell on. It became the game everyone on the bus played with him instead of picking on him.
By Bob manuel13 days ago in Families
What The Shape Of Your Nails Reveals About Your Personality
As a former nail-biter, I’m highly aware of people’s fingernails. Are they manicured or plain, nicely trimmed or vicious-looking? I’ve had manicurists call me out for being a nail-biter which I find strange. Shouldn’t they be congratulating me for breaking that nasty habit, rather than scolding me for something that happened in the past?
By Bob manuel2 months ago in Psyche
