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Peace & The Talking Flower
Let Nature be your teacher. - William Wordsworth. Once upon a time, there was a dark blonde haired, rosy-cheeked, bubbly, free-spirited, caring, and adorable 8-year-old girl named Peace. She lived in a comfy, cottage-resembling, gorgeous, little mahogany house on top of a green hill, surrounded by a large variety of plants and trees. Nature and the outdoors were Peace’s best friends; she’d notice the flowers greet the sun and clouds, frolic in the rain and puddles, cuddle with the trees, and take afternoon naps on the grassy green hills. These were the simplest things that fed her soul every spring.
By Talia Devora2 years ago in Fiction
Impatiens for the Soul. Top Story - May 2024.
Content Warning: Mention of mental illness Impatiens for the Soul D. A. Ratliff Looking down at the colorful blooms bursting out of their pots, I remembered when my mother and I first planted these together. A lot of water has flowed since then—water for the impatiens and tears for me.
By D. A. Ratliff2 years ago in Fiction
The Giant Of Antopolis.
In a clamoring knoll, under the overhang of murmuring grasses and dynamic wildflowers, lay the many-sided city of Antopolis. Worked from innumerable grains of sand, small twigs, and stones, it was a wonder of designing and association. The insects of Antopolis carried on with their lives as one, each playing out their jobs with military accuracy. In any case, there was a consistent shadow of dread that lingered over them, a fear shared by each subterranean insect from the littlest specialist to the fabulous Sovereign herself — the Monsters.
By borsha afrin302 years ago in Fiction
The Gift Of Dreams.
In a little town settled between moving slopes and lavish vegetation, there carried on with a young lady named Maya. Maya's family was poor, yet her fantasies were rich with yearnings. Her dad worked enthusiastically as a rancher to accommodate the family, while her mom kept an eye on their unobtrusive home and cared for Maya and her more youthful kin.
By borsha afrin302 years ago in Fiction
Electric Magic Rising.
In the core of Elaria, where the old oaks murmured mysteries to the people who thought for even a second to tune in, a legend discussed an extraordinary power flowing through the land — an enchantment got from power, a power both dreaded and venerated. This power, known as Electromancy, was employed by a picked not many, and among them was a little kid named Liora.
By borsha afrin302 years ago in Fiction
the sad cloudy bird.
In the ethereal domain of Glow, where mists murmured mysteries of the skies and painted dusks with tones of dreams, carried on with a herd of birds dissimilar to some other. These were the Shady Birds, creatures of fog and fume, fragile as morning dew yet having the effortlessness and opportunity of their natural partners. Their plumes sparkled with the radiance of the sun, and around evening time, they gleamed delicately under the vigilant look of the moon.
By borsha afrin302 years ago in Fiction
Love triangle short story
Elara, with her fiery red hair and a laugh that could melt glaciers, had always been the center of attention. So, when brooding artist, Finn, started spending more time with her quiet best friend, Maya, a tremor of unease ran through Elara.
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Fiction
Dreams That Decode
Jack sat at his cluttered desk, his tired face shadowed by the dim monitor light. He was a seasoned programmer who was well-known for his unwavering work ethic and unrivaled ability to solve problems. With disheveled hair and glasses roosted problematically on his nose, he was the quintessential coder, lost in the maze of his own creation. In spite of his standing for figuring out the hardest code, this evening he ended up at a stalemate. The lines of code before him obscured into a unintelligible wreck, a glaring difference to the unmistakable rationale that typically directed his psyche. Each tick of the clock felt like a thunderclap in his ears as the project deadline loomed menacingly in just two days. He felt the unrelenting grip of stress, which got stronger with each passing hour. Jack's certainty faltered, an interesting event for somebody who flourished under tension. However, the heaviness of assumption and the apprehension about disappointment overwhelmed him, taking steps to smash his soul.
By Mike Taylor2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers in the Fog
Whispers in the Fog The fog rolled in thick and heavy, enveloping the small coastal town of Ravensbrook in a shroud of gray. It was a familiar scene, yet it never failed to send a chill down the spine of anyone who dared to wander its deserted streets after dusk. The town had its secrets, buried deep within its history, and the fog seemed to carry whispers of those long-forgotten tales.
By Hamari Duniya Pak2 years ago in Fiction
Walking on wheels
I’m not sure Dad knows what he’s doing this time. He seems to want to strap something onto my feet. He calls them skates, and he’s convinced that I saw someone else with them and wanted to try. Doesn’t he know I’m only four? Has he forgotten all the time I spent learning to walk?
By Andy Potts2 years ago in Fiction
The sweet truth about dark chocolate
The sweet truth about dark chocolate Dark chocolate is a delicious and nutritious treat that has been enjoyed for centuries. It is made from the roasted and ground seeds of the cacao tree, and it is rich in antioxidants and other beneficial compounds. In recent years, there has been a growing body of research suggesting that dark chocolate may have a number of health benefits, including:
By Mohamed Sobhy Morsy2 years ago in Fiction
