IN THE LAND OF JALPRI,
IN THE LAND OF JALPRI, WHERE THE SUN PAINTED THE SKY IN HUES OF PINK AND ORANGE EVENING, THERE WAS A YOUNG GIRL NAMED LIORA. HER HEART WAS A LIBRARY OF STORIES, FILLED WITH THE WHISPERS OF THE PAST AND THE DREAMS OF THE FUTURE. SHE WANDERED THROUGH THE VILLAGES AND FORESTS, HER EARS ALWAYS TUNED TO THE TALES SPUN BY TRAVELERS AND ELDERS.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: March 1 and Spring is in the air. Thus, this love story of true love. ______________________ She was the luckiest woman in the world, having her one true love. Her love was so certain, a luxury that even strong loves lack. She was also certain she was loved back.
House of the Murmuring Mirrors
I got a deal on a mansion, and I couldn’t wait to move in. My name is Don Sturgis, and I deserved this. Apparently, the previous owners, a sweet old couple named Rob and Delilah Freemason, had been poisoned and the police never found the poisoner, so the house remained on the market for just over thirty years because prospective buyers were worried the poisoner would come back. But after three decades on the market, I wasn’t worried.
Pausing, the haggard wanderer hooked his gnarled staff in the crook of his arm, pulling a hefty tome from his waist where it had been chained; he opened it, making a few marks. He did not have a pencil or pen; instead, he used the cracked fingernail of his index finger as a nib and his blood for ink. Once he completed the note, he closed the book and dropped it back to his side. There is no more time to pause as his feet automatically continue his trudge. Muttering to himself, he sings worship songs, prayers, and supplication to his God. Though he has no quarter or home, nowhere to knock the dust from his callused feet or rest his heavy head, he does know his God. The dense forests, high mountains, deep valleys, and seas pass all the same as he passes. As everything erodes, the wanderer remains.
A Perfect Month To Leap
He was a consummate mathematician, so he loved February. You could count on February. February was perfect. Four perfect weeks of seven days. Exactly 28 days. Divisible by 1, 2, 4, 7, 14, and 28. Rational.
The spirit of the mountain Pkols looked out across the furry back of the land. The miles of dark humps at her feet, like the backs of green cattle, were fir and cedar and pine, with the occasional Sitka spruce, maple, and Garry oak vying for growing room below. This solid green wave swept down to the Juan de Fuca strait to her south, and to the Haro strait to her east. The Salish Sea lay out of Pkols' line of sight, but she could smell it in the southwest, beyond a row of her distant sisters.
The Magic of the Garbage Collector
The Magic of the Garbage Collector Chapter 1. In a world where magic is the most important thing, a young man aspires to become a garbage cleaner instead.
"The Mirage Game"
In a world where reality and dreams intertwine, there existed a game known as the "Mirage Game." This game was famous for its ability to blur the lines between what is real and what is imagined.
**Title: A Journey Through the History of Gopalganj District, Bangladesh**
**Title: A Journey Through the History of Gopalganj District, Bangladesh** **Subtitle: From Ancient Settlements to Modern Development: Unveiling the Tapestry of Gopalganj's Past**
Fantastical: The Fairytale! Part 4!
February 26th, 2024! ~Princess Glory on a mission!~ After she had showered and dressed and eaten and was ready for the day, she knew she had quite an adventure ahead of her, a very exciting one indeed! She had thought about it and planned it out and covered all the right steps and details to be sure it would all be perfect and go just right! So she was happy to finally be able to take that long beautiful stroll along the shoreline to the place where she knew she would need to stand to catch the right waves of the Ocean with the wind moving the water in the right direction, so that her desired outcome would take place!
I Know The Day I Die
I know the date I am going to die. I didn't dream it or any other hippy shit. I know without a doubt the exact day, month and year I will be dead. How do I know this? I found it on my Dad's computer. I searched for a copy of his latest manuscript, which he has been working on for months, and no one has seen. I wanted a hint about what it was; that is when I found the exact date.
Love's Departure and Discovery
Amidst the tranquil seclusion of my modest abode, I found myself immersed in a realm of recollections and sentiments. The walls resonated with the mirth that once permeated the space, yet now, only an eerie quietude lingered. It was within these confines, amidst the remnants of a love relinquished, that I embarked on a voyage of recuperation and self-revelation.