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Romantic literature and its fragrance
Romantic literature after Renaissance in Italy brought a huge revolution in literary form .Lyrical ballad composed by Wordsworth and Coleridge was one of the great masterpiece work of Romantic expression. In previous time literature was written on the basis of religious concept which was classical ad orthodox.
By Tusher Enam2 years ago in Fiction
The Morning That Wasn’t
The kitchen was warm, filled with the scent of cinnamon and fresh coffee. It wasn’t spotless, but it was lived-in—every counter, every shelf telling a story of countless meals and shared laughter. The mother moved through it with practiced ease, flipping pancakes on the griddle while sausages sizzled in the pan.
By Anthony Scott2 years ago in Fiction
THE THIEF AND THE MOON.
Once upon a time, in a serene village by the gentle flow of a river, there lived a wise woman named Mei Ling. She had a reputation that reached far beyond her home, known for her kind heart and her remarkable ability to find joy in the simplest of things. Mei Ling tended to her small cottage, which was surrounded by lush gardens that flourished under her care. People from near and far would come to seek her wisdom, and she was always ready to share her insights.
By Ugwu Gabriel chidiebere2 years ago in Fiction
Heartbeat on Wheels
To read Part 1, click the link below: "Your mom didn't wait for you, Hamza." "She left us all!" Hamza's phone tumbled from his hands, and his senses deceived him. The bustling roars of the city became silent to him, and he couldn't hear the sound of his heartbeat, either.
By Maryam Batool2 years ago in Fiction
The last Call
I had been waiting for what felt like hours. My fingers drummed on the cold glass of the coffee I had been waiting for what felt like hours. My fingers drummed on the cold glass of the coffetable, the muted hum of the city outside only making my nerves worse. The sun was setting, casting a golden hue across the room.
By Asanda M..2 years ago in Fiction
The Breakfast Table
The kitchen was warm and filled with the scent of fresh bread and sizzling bacon. Unlike the spotless kitchens in magazines, this one was cluttered with well-used appliances, a stack of cookbooks, and the faintest trace of flour dust on the countertops. It was a kitchen of memories, where love was measured in cups of sugar and dashes of spice.
By Anthony Scott2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Forgotten
Whispers of the Forgotten The house stood at the end of the street, draped in years of neglect. Ivy curled around its pillars, and the wooden door creaked with a sorrowful wail as Mira pushed it open. The scent of dust and aged paper filled the air, making her cough. She had always been drawn to abandoned places, fascinated by their untold stories. But today, she was here for something more.
By Mirhadi Tahsin2 years ago in Fiction
The Backyard
Outside in the backyard there were always wildflowers growing everywhere. You could even have seen rabbits, squirrels and birds of all kinds. But, one day that started out being a beautiful, sunny day turned out to be a day that nobody ever expected to happen. The sky turned an awful dark gray almost black, but they thought a tornado was approaching but none of them heard the tell-tale sign of a roaring train. As quick as the dark sky appeared it disappeared and the sun came back out, but it also seemed different for now it was blistering hot, and the humidity was unbearable.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Fiction
