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A tale of Live and Love
Sara Mitchell cherished simplicity. Growing up in a tranquil household with congenial parents and no siblings to rival, she relished a drama-free existence. As she matured, Sara began to view marriage as a potential disruptor of her contentment, seeing no compelling reason to pursue it.
Arshad MecciPublished 2 days ago in FictionUnity in Diversity
In the scorching heat of Old Hometown, a naked body lay motionless, surrounded by a cloud of flies. The red dust, typical of the town's drought season, covered everything. Raymond, the local policeman, stood observing the scene, his brow furrowed.
Arshad MecciPublished 2 days ago in FictionLove is blind
Jack reveled in the tranquility of the beach, soaking up the warmth of the sun. He meticulously filled his bucket with sand, getting the water-to-sand ratio just right. Today was going to be the day he built the most impressive sandcastle. His dad had even gifted him a variety of buckets for crafting different shapes and sizes.
Arshad MecciPublished 2 days ago in FictionThe Swings
We’ve shared countless laughs, played endless games, and cherished beautiful moments together. As the sun dips below the horizon, I sit quietly on the swing, tracing circles in the dirt with the tip of my tennis shoe.
Arshad MecciPublished 2 days ago in FictionA Will to Forgive
Dry leaves danced in the crisp October wind, rustling with a melancholic whisper. The ground was a mosaic of amber, the fallen leaves swirling and twirling in the shifting wind. Although a blanket of gray clouds loomed to the east, the setting sun painted the world in a radiant golden hue from the west. It was as if nature itself couldn't decide between a gloomy evening or a hopeful sunset.
Arshad MecciPublished 2 days ago in FictionSilver Lining
"This has been fun, but let me down now," he said, attempting to infuse some levity into the moment. "No," I snapped. "I'm tired of you dodging this conversation." Exhaustion consumed me—not just from this night, but from our entire relationship. The uncertainty of our status, the blurred lines between commitment and casualness, it all weighed on me. I was caught in this limbo of wanting him to commit and fearing the void if he ever walked away.
Arshad MecciPublished 2 days ago in FictionHorizontal Hourglass
The doctors told me I was technically dead for a minute, meaning I had no heartbeat. My brain was definitely working though, because how else could my life flash before my eyes? It could be a chemical reaction, the brain's last song before the curtains close. All that I know is that minute felt like hours as I drifted through memories.
A Love Story
The day Bradley and his family left the Biodome was a moment that shook me deeply. I watched as they eased their boat down the ramp, passed through the airlock, and disappeared into the vast water. The small crowd that had gathered to see them off scattered quickly, as if nothing had happened.
Arshad MecciPublished 2 days ago in FictionCam
just a lil mini series about some frens (pt 4/5) honestly not my greatest plotting/working etc but a fun lil series to write :)
The Verdict He Deserves
“Order in the court!” I finally hear the bailiff. It took only about three hours for the jurors to deliberate. What was there to deliberate, really? The case is clear as day: He killed my nephew who tried to stand up for my sister and nearly killed her.
Lana V LynxPublished 2 days ago in FictionMagical Love
In the bustling streets of Seoul, amidst the vibrant city lights and bustling crowds, there lived a girl named Ji-Yoo. Orphaned at a young age, she found herself navigating the harsh realities of life with only her resilience to lean on. But despite her gentle demeanor and kind heart, Ji-Yoo seemed to be cursed by the judgmental eyes of those around her.
Baking’s a Blast!
I was so excited to be in the Baking’s a Blast competition. Some of the bakers of our town have come to showcase their cake that makes a blast. Last year a rocket launching cake won. No one understood how the baker made the sugar come out of the bottom of the cake without flying everywhere in disaster. It somehow ended clean with the rocket boosted above hardened marshmallow fluff. This year I have already seen a mermaid cake splashing “water” icing with a lemon flavor on the inside.
Shelby HagoodPublished 3 days ago in Fiction