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MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM. Content Warning.
Chapter 6: Werewolf Werewolf. Gary had seen the concept of the mythological creature being used in books and movies, but he had never really been the type to pay too close attention to these things. Thinking back to the few films he had watched with such being, a certain thought came to his mind.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi2 years ago in Fiction
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM. Content Warning.
Chapter 5: What am I? Gary’s eyes started to flutter open slowly as he was regaining consciousness. The first thing he saw were some very tall trees above him. The sky was gray, making it hard to tell if it was just about to turn to night or whether it would soon be day again. As he lifted up his body, he noticed the sound of ruffling, which turned out to come from the many leaves underneath him.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi2 years ago in Fiction
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM. Content Warning.
Chapter 4: The System The explanation from Damion continued about today’s special task. There were five briefcases in front of them, and there were five of them. Each person was to deliver the suitcase in front of them to the correct location safely, and naturally they had all been given different locations.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi2 years ago in Fiction
A Little Imagination And A Steady Breeze
* I'd been watching butterflies breaking the mind's imagination for years, ever since I was a little girl watching their acrobatics from my mama's porch swing. Their bright colors and effortless flutter always amazed me. All this power, packed into such a beautifully fragile frame coming and going with graceful ease and before you knew it, it was gone again. Off to another flower, another cattail reed or maybe even, another dimension.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Fiction
A promise that was never kept
It was the summer of 2004 when I first heard those words—simple yet powerful, a promise that I held onto for years. My father, usually a man of few words, had taken me aside one evening after dinner, as we sat on the back porch, watching the sun dip below the horizon.
By Badhan Sen2 years ago in Fiction
Breaking Free: How Jesus Saved Me from Addiction and Spiritual Darkness
Have you ever felt trapped in a cycle of sin, shame, and guilt? You tell yourself, “This is the last time,” but you keep falling back into the same temptation. You start avoiding church, feeling unworthy of God’s presence. If this sounds familiar, you’re not alone. I was there too.
By Pragyana Singh2 years ago in Fiction
PENNING DOWN LOVE 3. AI-Generated.
As the years went by, Emily and I continued to write our love story. We wrote about the ups and downs, the triumphs and the struggles. We wrote about the laughter and the tears, the adventures ,the quiet moments,the advantage and the good price of true love.
By Henry Lucy2 years ago in Fiction
PENNING DOWN LOVE 2.. AI-Generated.
As we sat there, watching the stars twinkle to life in the night sky, I couldn't help but think about how far we have come. We have been married for ten years now and our love had only grown stronger with each passing day. I turned to Emily and smiled. "You know, I never thought I would have find someone like you," I said, repeating the words I had spoken to her so many times before. Emily laughed and playfully rolled her eyes. "I know, I know," she said. "You've told me that a million times already." I chuckled and pulled her close. "I'll tell you a million more times, if you want me to," I whispered, my lips brushing against her ear. Emily shivered and leaned in to kiss me. "I will like that," she whispered back. As we sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, I knew that our love would continue to be the stuff of fairy tales. We'd faced our share of challenges over the years, of course, but our love had only grown stronger as a result. And as I looked into Emily's eyes, I knew that I would always cherish her, always love her and always write about our love. Years went by and our love continued to flourish. We traveled the world together, built a home and started a family. Through it all, I continued to write, using the words to express the love I felt for Emily. One day, as we sat on our porch, watching our children play in the yard, Emily turned to me and said, "You know, I have been thinking." "Thinking about what?" I asked, curious. "I've been thinking about how lucky I am to have found you," she said, her eyes shining with tears. "You're the love of my life, my soulmate and my everything." I smiled and took her hand in mine. "I'm the lucky one," I said. "I'm the one who gets to spend the rest of my life with you."
By Henry Lucy2 years ago in Fiction
PENNING DOWN LOVE 1.. AI-Generated.
As I sat at my desk, staring blankly at the piece of paper in front of me, I couldn't help but think of her. It had been three years since we'd met and yet, the memories of that day still felt like they were etched in my mind like yesterday. I had been a struggling writer, working multiple jobs to make ends meet, when I stumbled upon a quaint little bookstore in the heart of the city. It was there that I met Emily, the store's owner, who had a passion for literature that rivaled my own. Our first conversation had been about books, naturally. We'd spent hours discussing everything from Austen to Tolkien, our shared love of words and stories forging an instant bond between us. As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, our conversations began to shift from books to life. We'd talk about our dreams, fears, hopes and our desires. And with each passing day, I found myself falling more and more in love with her. But I was hesitant to express my feelings. I'd been hurt before and the thought of opening myself up to the possibility of heartbreak again was daunting. So I did what came naturally to me – I wrote. I poured my heart and soul into my writing, using the words to express the emotions I couldn't verbalize. And as I wrote, I found myself falling deeper and deeper in love with Emily. One day, I finally gathered the courage to share my writing with her. I handed her a small notebook, filled with poems and stories, each one a testament to my love for her. As she read, I watched her face, seeing the emotions play out across her features. And when she finally looked up at me, her eyes shining with tears, I knew that I had found my soulmate. "I love you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I love you too," I replied, taking her hand in mine. As we sat there, holding hands and looking into each other's eyes, I knew that our love was something special. It was the kind of love that would last a lifetime, the kind of love that would inspire me to write for years to come. Over the next few years, our love continued to grow. We'd spend hours talking, laughing and exploring the city together. And through it all, I'd write, using the words to express the love I felt for her. One day, I decided to take Emily on a surprise trip to the beach. We'd been together for five years and I wanted to do something special to celebrate our anniversary. As we walked along the shore, hand in hand, I couldn't help but think about how far we have gone. The challenges we have face and shared to each other , of course, but our love had only grown stronger as a result. I stopped her at the water's edge, turning her to face me. "From the moment I met you, I knew that you were something special," I said, my voice filled with emotion. "You're the love of my life, Emily. You're the reason I write." Tears streamed down her face as I pulled out a small box and got down on one knee. "Will you marry me?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest. "Yes, yes, a million times yes!" she exclaimed, as I slid the ring onto her finger. As we hugged, the waves crashing against the shore behind us, I knew that our love would last a lifetime. And I couldn't wait to spend the rest of my life writing about it. Years later, as we sat on our porch, holding hands and watching the sunset, I turned to Emily and said, "You know, I never thought I'd find someone like you." "Someone like me?" she repeated, a smile playing on her lips. "Yeah," I said. "Someone who loves me for who I am, someone who inspires me to be my best self." Emily's eyes sparkled with tears as she leaned in to kiss me. "I love you," she whispered. "I love you too," I replied, my heart full of emotion. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the landscape, I knew that our love would continue to be the stuff of fairy tales. And I couldn't wait to see what the future held for us.
By Henry Lucy2 years ago in Fiction
