Verso de Medianoche
Bio
I'm hiding behind my pseudonym, but I'm liberating between my words. Is it just a fantasy, or does the truth rhyme on each page? You decide, and I'll write.
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Stories (24/0)
Color of The Fame
25 May 2019 On a warm evening, in a soft dim light gallery, a young woman approached a middle-aged man who was gazing at a painting called ‘A Little Swan’. The woman touched his shoulder gently and stood next to him. “Mr. Davis! Congratulations on the success of your exhibitions!” said the woman.
By Verso de Medianoche2 months ago in Fiction
Haunted by The Dead
A postman paced back and forth in front of a large house, clutching a small box in one hand. “No, it can’t be, it can’t be. I’m in trouble” the postman muttered, biting his finger. He walked toward a white door, then abruptly turned back and hurried to his car. Glancing back at the house, he walked swiftly, his eyes occasionally darting towards the looming structure. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and his complexion turned pale. His fingers tapped nervously on the small box.
By Verso de Medianoche2 months ago in Fiction
The Elven Heart's Curse - Ch 5: The Final Battle
I woke up to the sound of Thalion's footsteps outside my door. My heart sank as I realized that I was still trapped inside this room, with no way out. Thalion had been keeping me here for weeks, watching my every move, trying to make me forget about my past.
By Verso de Medianoche12 months ago in Fiction
The Elven Heart's Curse - Ch 4: The Search
My mind was in turmoil. I was haunted by a dream that I couldn't understand, about a man whose name I didn't know and whose face I couldn't see clearly. I felt a deep longing for him, but I couldn't remember who he was or where I had met him.
By Verso de Medianoche12 months ago in Fiction
