James Fareke
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Stories (7/0)
The Unveiled Truth
Once upon a time, in a quaint little village nestled between rolling hills and whispering forests, there lived a young girl named Lily. She was known for her curious eyes that sparkled like dewdrops on a fresh morning, and her heart was as pure as the morning breeze that caressed the meadows. But behind her cheerful facade lay a hidden truth, buried deep within the crevices of her soul.
By James Fareke5 days ago in Fiction
The Quest for the Crystal Caverns
Once upon a time in the peaceful village of Greenleaf, nestled deep in the heart of the enchanted forest, lived a young girl named Lily. Lily was full of curiosity and wonder, always dreaming of adventures beyond the towering trees that surrounded her home.
By James Fareke8 days ago in Fiction
Supernatural Mysteries Unraveled in Willowbrook
Once upon a time, in the quaint town of Willowbrook, there were rumors of strange occurrences. Lights flickered without cause, eerie whispers echoed through empty streets at night, and shadows seemed to dance in the moonlight. But amidst the mystery, a group of teenagers—Emma, Alex, Maya, and Liam—decided to unravel the secrets lurking in their town.
By James Fareke13 days ago in Fiction
The Courage Journey
Once upon a time, in a small town nestled between rolling hills and whispering trees, there lived a little girl named Lily. She had rosy cheeks, bright eyes, and a smile that could light up the darkest of nights. But one fateful day, tragedy struck. A terrible storm swept through the town, taking away everything Lily held dear—her family, her home, her sense of belonging.
By James Fareke13 days ago in Pride
His First Flight
The young seagull was alone on his ledge. His two brother and his sister had already flown away the day before. He had been afraid to fly with them. somehow when he had taken a little run forward to the brink of the ledge and attempted to flap his wings he become afraid. The great expanse of sea stretched down beneath, and it was such a long way down, miles down. He felt certain that his wing would never support him, so he bent his head and run away back to the little hole under the ledge where he slept at night. Even when each of his brother and his little sister, whose wings were far shorter then his own, run to the brink, flapped to their wings, and flew away, he failed to master up courage to take that plunge which appeared to him so desperate. His father and mother had come around calling to him shrilly, upbraiding him, threatening to let him starve on his ledge unless he flew away. But for the life of him he could not move.
By James Fareke15 days ago in Motivation
A long Walk Home
I grew up in the south of Spain in a little community called Estepona. I was 16 when one morning, my father told me I could drive him into a remote village called Mijas, about 18 miles away, on the condition that I take the car to be serviced at a nearby garage .Having just learned to drive and hardly ever having opportunity to use the car, I readily accepted. I drove Dad inti Mijas and promise to pick him up at 4 p.m., then drove to a nearby garage and drop off the car . because I had a few hours to spare , I decided to catch a couple of movies at a theater near the garage . However , I become so immersed in the films that I completely lost track of time. When the last movie had finished, I looked down at my watch. it was six o'clock. I was two hours late!
By James Fareke16 days ago in Education