Poetry
To all my fellow creators
Why do you share your work and journey with your social network? Nobody cares about what you do in your life. ⏩This! How often do we come across this statement? The argument for instant gratification that we gain while sharing glimpses or content about our journeys being detrimental for us, in the long run, is completely valid. The validation that we crave from external realms often stems from a lower sense of self-esteem.
By Hridya Sharmaa day ago in Chapters
Karma Is A Bitch
Once upon a time, in a small, picturesque village nestled in the rolling hills of Tuscany, lived a young woman named Isabella. Isabella was known for her radiant beauty, but those who knew her well understood that beneath her charming exterior lay a heart cold as ice. Her beauty had granted her many privileges, and she wielded them mercilessly to get what she wanted, often at the expense of others.
By Leroy payne14 days ago in Chapters
Reversal of Expectations
Everyone was gone, Mitchell knew as he roamed his enormous home - built in the style of a castle with three levels - four if you count the cellar. He had purchased the land in the early 90's after receiving a large amount of money for his writing contributions and band management service. He had the mansion built, then made some very wise investments, and became "set", a secure rich man. His first wife had tried to deplete his resources in their divorce, but because they had no children together, he was able to retain most of his wealth including his home. He often thought it was ironic that they lived in the mansion for almost a decade and never heard the pitter patter of children's feet on the floors there. The home was much too large for just two people so they employed two house workers who each had their own room, board, meals, and a small monthly salary. After the divorce, Mitchell let the boarders go. He could have afforded to keep them around, but without his wife he simply felt it was unjustified. He was quite capable of feeding himself and taking the garbage out. But now that those three people were gone, the quietness of the mansion seemed uncomfortably amplified.
By Shanon Marie Clare Angermeyer Norman22 days ago in Chapters
Elysian Chapter 6 and 7
To read the story before this- click here- Elysian- to all the dreamers this one is for you Chapter 6 Sia had tears in her eyes, as she heard the story progressing. Aurora replied, “ My dear, good people have to pay a far more price for being noble than wicked souls have to pay for being bad. She continued the story. Months passed by and no one ever saw Iraya smile. Iraya went to school and came back. At home, Iraya indulged herself in studies and writing. One fine day, her mother asked Iraya, my dear why are you not happy. Why is my beloved daughter not chirpy like she used to be? Iraya could only reply, “Mother, maybe I need a change of scenery.” Her mother replied,” Why don’t you go to your aunt's place in Arindelle? Iraya said dryly,” As you say, mother. Mother knew something was wrong but she knew her daughter was strong. The next day Iraya left for her aunt’s place. Her aunt was a gracious lady, who loved Iraya dearly.
By Hridya Sharma26 days ago in Chapters
To the ones healing their darkest fragments
To the ones healing their darkest fragments Today I choose not to poetically quote the light that we need to embrace in order to see the best parts of ourselves. I do not wish to romanticise the goodness present in life. Today I want to talk about the darkness of the existence we forge our essence in—the dreariest moments of our soul that cause misery. The loneliness that mitigates the sanguinity we hold for a better tomorrow I am a writer, and we are often accused of overexemplifying the beauty of life and light. But light can only exist if we rotate and oscillate between shades of grey, between the darkness and the looming shadows that hollow us from inside.
By Hridya Sharma28 days ago in Chapters
Love will Never Be Destroyed In An Explosion
In the bustling city of Gaza, where life is always a mixture of resilience and hope, lived two young lovers, Yasmin and Ahmad. They had known each other since childhood, growing up in the same neighborhood, their lives intertwined by the narrow, crowded streets and the constant backdrop of uncertainty.
By Umi Laelatil Choeriyahabout a month ago in Chapters