Edara Otuk
Bio
I am a passionate wordsmith with a flair for story telling. I strive to create works that resonate and inspire. In every piece, I infuse a piece of my soul; I pour my heart into every word, hoping to leave you with a thought or a smile.
Stories (28/0)
A Melody of Lost Love
In a city that wore a cloak of muted twilight as Luna cast her silver glow upon cobblestone streets. The air was laced with a melancholic symphony, and the fragrance of roses lingered, reminiscent of a love that had bloomed and withered like petals in the wind.
By Edara Otuk13 days ago in Fiction
DEAR HEATHER
DEAR HEATHER, Permit me to be as informal as one can be. I am curious about your wellbeing but I’d like to prioritize myself. I am almost you must asking yourself who I am. You can call this stranger Zoé; I have been admiring that name for a long time now. Being called Life! That could give a peek at how desperately I want to live.
By Edara Otuk2 months ago in Writers
That One Soul
In the heart of a city that seemed to have forgotten them, two souls wandered, carrying the weight of shattered dreams and the scars of betrayals. Rachel, with her tired eyes that had seen too much, bore the burden of a family that had abandoned her when she needed them most. David, a man with a haunted past, carried the weight of his own mistakes, haunted by the echoes of friendships turned sour.
By Edara Otuk2 months ago in Fiction
True Love
Your love shines Through your eyes and smile, Through your sweet little gestures. Your love shines Always at the right time To put a smile on my face. Your love shines Making my heart beat wildly And in a hurry to meet her mate. Your love shines, Never stopping for a second, Giving its all and growing stronger every day.
By Edara Otuk2 months ago in Poets
Toxic
I hope he doesn't find my weakness I hope he doesn't know I love him just as much as he loves me, Or worse even more than he loves me. Imagine having to drop his call because I'm mad at him and he doesn't call back because he knows I'll come right back to him anyway. Or giving him silent treatment and he ask just twice what's wrong and decides to let me be with my drama. That would be bad, wouldn't it? As much as I love him? I would love him to always be on his toes making an effort to love me. That effort is what counts.
By Edara Otuk5 months ago in Poets
