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Moon Ghosh
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Content writer and marketer helping entrepreneurs achieve organic growth. Loves reading, eating sweet, and having insightful conversations. Seeking projects that ignite my content creation journey!
Stories (20/0)
The Waves
On the outskirts of the ruined village of Aeloria adjacent to a towering cliff stretch and towering pine trees was the Whispering Lake. They said when night falls, its water is famously accredited to have characters but more importantly it has treasures hidden within.
By Moon Ghosh 8 days ago in Art
Homecoming: Embracing the Self
It was past 2am when a most unwelcome visitor appeared at my door. She had my spare key and the lock posed some difficulty to her despite this, she did not stop. When she opened the door—my door—she saw me reflected there and remembered that it was my house.
By Moon Ghosh 12 days ago in Chapters
City of Dreams, City of Strains
Arjun, a young professional was a resident of this city of towering buildings and buzzing activity where the high-rises touched the clouds and the concrete beats an insistent rhythm. Every morning, he got up as soon as his alarm clock sounded, a shrill note that jolted him into the realization of his unyielding schedule.
By Moon Ghosh 13 days ago in Humans
The Bonfire of Secrets
In a forest which was dark and filled with trees, a small village had made its home in the shade of tall and strong trees. The people were still rather primitive and their affairs directly related to the cycles of nature. Each year, as the chill of autumn settled in and the nights grew longer, they gathered for a time-honored tradition: the so called Festival of Bonfires.
By Moon Ghosh 17 days ago in History
Confessions of an Empath
The birds are chirping, and the sun is shining in a cloudless July sky. The vibrancy promises a beautiful day, but the cooing of the Mourning Dove perched on the powerlines seems to be more fitting than the lively songs of the robin flitting through the trees. The melancholic calls of the dove cloak the world in a sadness that hangs like tattered drapes, an echo of my inner turmoil.
By Moon Ghosh 18 days ago in Confessions
I Want to Grow
I am determined to strive for growth, to develop into someone new, leaving behind this present self. You will not even know who I am or transform into, and you will not be able to talk to me or be a part of my life. She will be free to let go of the memories that once seemed so precious. I imagine her starting a new life where there is no room for you and changing the space she occupied way too long.
By Moon Ghosh 20 days ago in Motivation
The Echoes of Darkness
Prologue In her sleep, Sarah experienced every night being in front of a huge, deserted expanse of a desert. Above her the sky remained the deep indigo of an almost-night, punctuated by the sickly light of the false dawn that bleached the dunes an ethereal white. Every grain of sand, moved by unnoticeable winds, bore centuries on its back, whispering legends of ruined cities and vanished hopes. As the twilight approached, the wind stopped and even the faintest sound was heard, an eerie feeling came over Sarah. Here she was, at the end of the earth and all alone, looking into the world which seemed to have no space for time.
By Moon Ghosh 29 days ago in Fiction
The Journey of Whispering Winds
Once a long time ago in a place beyond the normal understood geography there was a magical forest referred to as the Enchanted Woods. This was not like any other forest in the world; it was a land of enchantment where even the trees and the leaves and the animals had their own stories to narrate. That is where our story picks up – Lyra, a young girl who desired to go on an adventure and find a place further than the edge of her mundane existence.
By Moon Ghosh about a month ago in Fiction
Echoes of Eternity
In the quiet town of Willowbrook, wherein reveal the rolling hills and the whispering forests, rests two souls whom fate destined to meet but time served as their curse. This would be the delineation of Isabella and Alexander's romance, an abstractly real journey sired by emotions fit to seed the unwritten pages of the yet-to-be-written future. Despite how their paths are intertwined together, the passing of centuries would however painfully and loudly tear them apart.
By Moon Ghosh 3 months ago in Fiction
Chronicles of the Arcane Archive
In the heart of a busy city, snuggled among looming high-rises plus hectic roads, stood a grand database of expertise like nothing else -- the Mystical Archive. Its old wall surfaces, decorated with elaborate runes coupled with mysterious signs murmured tales of far-off worlds and also failed to remember backgrounds attracting to those with a thirst for the strange.
By Moon Ghosh 4 months ago in Fiction
Guardians of the Whispering Woods
There was once a time—when the kingdoms and empires soared high and wide across the lands—that the Woods of Whispers were snuggled deep at the heart of some long-forgotten land. It had to be one that whistled in silent trees that slipped quietly in and out of time, the type of place where magic was the gentle wind, and legends were the birthplace of legends.
By Moon Ghosh 4 months ago in Fiction
"The Symphony of Colors: A Portrait of an Artist's Journey"
Amidst the hustle and bustle of a city where skyscrapers embraced the sky and the bustle of life reverberated in the crowded streets, there was the painter named Aria. Her studio was a sanctuary, the little corner of the entire chaos that it decides to hide, the place where she imagines colors as creatures and her imagination is about to fly like a little bird.
By Moon Ghosh 4 months ago in Art