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Isra
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Versatile writer skilled in both tale & stories. Captivate readers with engaging content & immersive narratives. Passionate about informing, inspiring, & entertaining through words.
Stories (767/0)
The Headache'
As I lay in bed, I couldn't shake off the feeling of impending doom. It started with a dull ache in my head, a nagging sensation that refused to subside. At first, I thought it was just a typical headache, one that would fade away with some rest and painkillers. But as the days went by, the pain only intensified, spreading like a dark cloud across my mind.
By Isra2 months ago in Confessions
The Mirror of Self-Reflection'
As I stood in front of the mirror, I couldn't help but stare at the stranger staring back at me. The eyes, the nose, the lips – everything was familiar, yet somehow, it didn't feel like me. It was as if I was gazing at a mask, a disguise that I had been wearing for so long that I had forgotten what lay beneath.
By Isra2 months ago in Confessions
"Water Bottle"
Once upon a time, in a small factory, a water bottle was born. It was made of clear plastic, with a screw-on cap and a label that read "Spring Water". From the moment it was filled with cool, crisp water, the bottle felt a sense of purpose. It was meant to quench thirst, to refresh, and to rejuvenate.
By Isra2 months ago in Confessions