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The Dark Descent of Rapunzel's Ambition
My name is Rapunzel, and I've always believed that power is the true measure of one's worth. From a young age, I recognized the potential within me to manipulate, control, and shape the world to my desires. While others saw beauty and innocence in the world around them, I saw opportunities for dominance.
By Mariam Ali3 years ago in Fiction
The Clever Caterpillar's Transformation
In a lush meadow, where wildflowers painted the landscape with vibrant colors, lived a curious and clever caterpillar named Camille. Camille was not like the other caterpillars who contentedly munched on leaves all day. She had a burning desire to explore the world beyond the meadow and to learn all she could about the wonders that lay beyond.
By emad afsary3 years ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman (page 13)
The author of Shanna's life was interrupted. Chapter 13 in the series could not be told. Perhaps it was a punishment because the Author wanted to make a living out of writing. Perhaps it was some plague against Freedom of Speech. Chapter 13 was rejected.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman3 years ago in Fiction
What if god meets Satan?
The meeting of God and Satan is a topic that has intrigued and fascinated humanity for centuries. It has been explored in various religious, philosophical, and literary contexts, each shedding light on the complexities of morality, good and evil, and the nature of divine beings. In this imaginary encounter, we delve into the implications of such a meeting and how it might unfold.
By Saseen mohamed3 years ago in Fiction
Pandoras box
Curiosity: a blessing, or a curse? The paradoxical nature of this trait was personified for the ancient Greeks in the mythical figure of Pandora. According to legend, she was the first mortal woman, whose blazing curiosity set a chain of earth-shattering events in motion.
By ALICE WAMBETI3 years ago in Fiction
When Winds Change
There was something different about today. Jeremiah could smell it on the wind. Its buttery soft warmth floating in cascading swirls. Warm but also clean as morning dew, rising like glittering smoke, up, up, up, into his tower tossing his golden locks playfully. It smelled fresh, the promise of an adventure tickling at his nose, he breathed deeply. From his window, Jeremiah’s whole world consisted of that which he could see. From the golden meadow down below painted with a rainbow of wildflowers to the trickling clear stream around the tower’s base, to the misty mountains in the distance, it was his, and this was his golden hour. When dawn breaks and the world yawns in sleepy contentedness, rubbing its eyes at a glorious dream, it stretches and breathes. Deep in his core, Jeremiah knew with perfect certainty as if it was something he had always known. He was ready. Today was the day he told himself. Today, I will leave this tower and my life will finally begin.
By Rachael MacDonald3 years ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman (page 12)
Although she was nervous and worried, Shanna was able to get to sleep. She awoke on Friday morning around 7ish. Her normal routine in play: coffee, computer, tasks. A basket of dried laundry was set on the coffee table. The beds were still unmade. The floor and litter box were clean enough. She needed to go get another pack of cigarettes and check her bank balance. She was worried about her son and about her money situation. Stress. "Retirement is not all it's cracked up to be," she grumbled.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman3 years ago in Fiction
The whispering willow's wise lesson
In a tranquil valley, nestled between rolling hills and ancient forests, stood a majestic willow tree. Its sweeping branches seemed to caress the very sky, and its leaves rustled with a soothing melody whenever the wind embraced them. This was the Whispering Willow, a tree that held within its boughs a secret wisdom known throughout the land.
By emad afsary3 years ago in Fiction
The Curious Cloud And The Groundboun Star
Once upon a time, in a land where the skies were painted with vibrant hues and the ground sparkled with magic, there lived an extraordinary cloud named Celestia. Celestia was unlike any other cloud in the realm. She was not content with simply drifting along with the wind, for she possessed an insatiable curiosity that led her to yearn for something more. High above the enchanted land, Celestia gazed down at a peculiar sight – a radiant star nestled amongst the emerald forests.
By emad afsary3 years ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman page 11
The bar scene got boring quick. Shanna sang one song - "Stop draggin my heart around" and she felt satisfied with her performance. She enjoyed a few of the other singers songs, but after drinking half of her coke and smoking several cigarettes outside, she wanted to leave. Maybe she should have become a professional musician, she thought as she walked back to her van. This way she could be on stage the whole time and not get that weird feeling of awkwardness that she felt as a patron. Just sitting there alone felt awful, especially when she could hear others in groups conversing or laughing together.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman3 years ago in Fiction
