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Mary's Awakening
It was her first fairytale. Mary's eyes were wide as her mum told her about the boy and girl with the funny names in the forest, dropping breadcrumbs and hoping that they would find their way home. It was a story that inspired uncertainty and insecurity.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
My Mom's Meadow
This was her favorite place. Every winter I could remember looked and felt like this, with Mom dragging me through the snowy meadow, trudging through white powder as it slowly piled up, on the ground and in the trees. I’d be freezing even under ten layers, still feeling like there was snow in all of them, especially my boots.
By Brea Henderson3 years ago in Fiction
Russian Siberian Golden Shower
Anna was 6 the winter her mother took her to visit cousins in Siberia. It took them two days by train and a horse cart to get to the cousins’ house. It was big, with many rooms, and 7 kid cousins aged between 5 and 13. They were rowdy and wild, Anna thought.
By Lana V Lynx3 years ago in Fiction
Mountain Escape
There was no denying the beauty in it all. The snow-filled mountain peaks towered above us as El Sol veiled behind their shadow. A ray of sunshine seeped through the silky clouds, illuminating sunbows off the crystalline lake. Tokala and I stood there in awe, liberated by nature's embrace and mesmerized by the resonance of uninterrupted water beneath the icy sheath.
By Kendra J. Anthony3 years ago in Fiction
Bound by duty
On a Friday night in the quiet town of Saloman Bay, the young couple Carrie Wood and James Wise, held each other's hands as they kissed amidst the wintry magic surrounding them. Their love blossomed against a backdrop of snow-laden streets and twinkling lights, creating a storybook romance that would captivate the people of Saloman Bay for years.
By F.R. Gautvik3 years ago in Fiction
Bridges of Faith: A Tale of Interfaith Love
In the heart of a city where history whispers in the cobbled streets and the sound of modernity in the air, Maya and David find themselves walking along a paved road, with questions, desires, and love that seek to cross the limits of faith. Maya, a Muslim woman whose soul is nourished by the poetry of Rumi and the beauty of the mosque, and David, a Jew whose life is woven by the teachings of the Torah and the lifestyle of his heritage. graduate school Students are committed to the pursuit of knowledge and understanding.
By James Dorcas3 years ago in Fiction
Visiting Hours
My mistress died of a broken heart. At least, that was what her father, Datu Balintawak, had proclaimed. It was all he could say, really, for she had spoken of her love for Gat Delfin until her dying breath. To call it anything else would be an insult to her memory, and for all his faults, her father loved her very much.
By Marie Sinadjan3 years ago in Fiction
A Love Beyond Time
Elena, with eyes like storm clouds and a spirit as fiery as her paintings, lived in a silent world. Deaf since birth, she spoke in vibrant hues on canvas, emotions unspoken yet deeply felt. One rainy afternoon, a melody drifted through her window, weaving a tapestry of sound she'd never known. It was Ethan, a musician with a heart as vast as the sky, drawn by the melancholic beauty of her art displayed outside. Ethan, though blessed with the symphony of the world, felt an emptiness within. His music, once joyous, had turned melancholic after a car accident stole his family. In Elena's paintings, he saw a kindred spirit, a reflection of his unspoken grief. Hesitantly, he began to play, tentative notes reaching her window like whispered secrets. Elena felt the vibrations, a strange tingle sparking curiosity. Drawn by the invisible thread of music, she ventured out, meeting Ethan under the weeping sky. His violin sang a sorrowful song, tears streaming down her face, not from sadness, but from a new, overwhelming emotion – a feeling she couldn't name. Ethan saw her tears, his music faltering. Yet, something compelled him to continue. He poured his pain into the notes, hoping somehow she understood. And she did. In the music, she saw the accident, felt his loss, his despair. The world, once silent, bloomed with colors – fiery orange of anger, deep blue of longing, soft green of hope. Their connection was instantaneous, a bridge built on unspoken emotions. They communicated through gestures, sketches, and a newfound language – a touch on the hand, a shared smile, a melody painted on a canvas. He learned sign language, his fingers fumbling to express the music in his soul. She began humming the tunes he played, feeling the vibrations resonate within her. Their love story unfolded in simple moments – picnics under starlit skies where they spoke in constellations, walks along the beach where the waves echoed their unspoken desires, afternoons spent in her studio, his music swirling around her as she painted, her vibrant colors capturing the melody of his heart. Their love wasn't without stumbles. Frustration simmered when they couldn't understand each other, tears flowed when words failed them. But their love, born from a shared symphony of silence and sound, was stronger. They learned to listen not just with their ears but with their hearts, to see not just with their eyes but with their souls. One day, Ethan wrote a song for her, his love flowing through the melody. Tears streamed down Elena's face as she felt the vibrations, a kaleidoscope of emotions swirling within her. She picked up a brush and painted a masterpiece – a canvas pulsating with vibrant colors, each stroke echoing the melody of his love song. Their love story became a beacon, inspiring others to connect beyond differences, to see with their hearts. They traveled the world, sharing their unique story through music and paintings, their love a testament to the power of understanding hearts. Years passed, their hair turned silver, their steps slower. But the love in their eyes never dimmed. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of their love, Ethan took Elena's hand. He played their song, their love song, a melody that held a lifetime of unspoken words. Elena smiled, tears glistening in her storm-cloud eyes, and hummed along, their love story echoing in the symphony of the setting sun. Even after the final curtain fell, their love story lived on in the hearts they touched, a beautiful reminder that love transcends words, languages, and even silence, a melody resonating through eternity. It is a love story that will leave you teary-eyed, yet hopeful, a testament to the beauty of connecting hearts, no matter how different the languages they speak.
By Robert Brown3 years ago in Fiction
