Esther Anima
Bio
My stories are not just ink on paper; they are the echoes of my dreams and the whispers of my deepest passions. Join me on this literary voyage, and together, we'll explore the vast universe of human experience, one word at a time.
Stories (59/0)
The Silent Symphony
In the bustling heart of the city, where words flowed like a river, there lived a man named Theodore who firmly believed in the power of silence. He was not a man of many words; instead, he chose to communicate through his actions and expressions. While others around him babbled incessantly, Theodore remained silent, observing the world with keen eyes.
By Esther Anima7 months ago in Fiction
Friendship Day Journey
There once lived two best friends named Ella and Jacob in a charming little village tucked away amid undulating hills and flowing streams. Since they were young children, they had been friends, and their friendship was as strong as any chain. In their community, their relationship was the stuff of tales, inspiring those who believed in the value of real connection with a ray of hope.
By Esther Anima7 months ago in Fiction
Decoding Feelings and Reactions
With quiet confidence in the small peaceful community and as a gifted psychologist, Dr. Smith Foster stood on the threshold of an extraordinary breakthrough. She had dedicated her whole life to exploring the complex labyrinth of human feelings and emotions, which made her resolute on finding an answer to that mystery that fascinated her for many years.
By Esther Anima7 months ago in Fiction
Whispers of Hope
In the quaint seaside village of Havenbrook, sandwiched between jagged cliffs and hungry waves, was a spot where the threads of hope whispered secrets of the shared spirit that unified the town. It was at such an enchanting location — wherein the setting sun dipped its brush into orange and pink paints upon the horizon and the waves whispered a cradle-soothing hymn. And in that most seemingly peaceful place, darkness might still enter into the lives of people.
By Esther Anima7 months ago in Fiction
Popping with Possibilities
There was once a lovely village tucked away amidst rolling hills and fields of green where lived Sarah, who was but 6 years old. I wanted to be a writer . I had always been in love with books, adventures, and popcorn! She was an odd duck when it came to this but boy did she love those little explosions that happened in your mouth when you bit down and the corn just burst into these great big fluffs of pure marvel!
By Esther Anima7 months ago in Fiction
Passing of Nelson Mandela's Granddaughter
She was a granddaughter of Nelson Mandela, whose existence had been intertwined with struggle against substance abuse, self-harm, confrontation with cancer, and torment of watching her twin babies perish while she stumbled through the dark until she reclaimed She was 43.
By Esther Anima7 months ago in Families
Chronicles of the Hungry Man
In the heart of a small, forgotten town named Oakridge, there lived a man named Samuel. He was known to the townsfolk as "The Hungry Man." Samuel's reputation wasn't built on his wealth or success; it was shaped by his insatiable appetite for adventure and discovery. His passion for exploration was as deep as his stomach was vast, and the townspeople couldn't help but be fascinated by his tales of culinary escapades.
By Esther Anima8 months ago in Fiction
The Cup Bearer's Quest
There was a young lady named Grace who lived in a quiet hamlet tucked away amid undulating hills and verdant woodlands. She was well-known throughout the hamlet for her kind nature, bright smile, and the enigmatic, empty cup she was never without.
By Esther Anima8 months ago in Fiction
A Journey to Self-Acceptance
Janet sat alone in her dimly lit room, the soft glow of her laptop screen casting eerie shadows across her face. She had always been the type to immerse herself in her work, finding solace in the world of coding and algorithms. But tonight, the lines of code on her screen seemed more like a jumbled mess than the elegant solutions she usually crafted. Something was gnawing at her, a feeling she couldn't quite put into words.
By Esther Anima8 months ago in Confessions