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The Existential Woman (p15)
It was Monday again and Shanna knew that her Mondays were usually about getting tasks done. Although Norman had washed a load of laundry last night, he didn't put the clothes away. She stripped the beds and began the loads of linens. The light in the bedroom kept flickering out and it was annoying because Shanna couldn't clean the room in the dark.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman3 years ago in Fiction
Crown of Echoes
In the realm of Echovale, where whispers held as much power as shouts and silence was a language of its own, a tale unfolded that would forever be etched in the annals of history. It was the saga of the Crown of Echoes, a symbol of sovereignty that held the destiny of silent kings who ruled with wisdom rather than words.
By emad afsary3 years ago in Fiction
Brushstrokes of Love
In the heart of bustling New York City, two souls destined for each other were about to cross paths in an unexpected setting: a serene and art-filled museum. The Museum of Modern Harmony was a sanctuary of creativity, a place where diverse forms of artistic expression intertwined, just like the lives of the two protagonists.
By North Remembers3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Letter to Mom
In the dimly lit room, Sarah sat hunched over her desk, her tear-streaked face illuminated by the soft glow of a single candle. She clutched a crumpled piece of paper, her trembling hands reluctant to put her thoughts into words. With each deep breath she took, memories of her mother flooded her mind.
By Vaibhav Kachhwaha3 years ago in Fiction
Horrible Traumas Caused By My Own Grandma
Hi, I am Hanna. Let me tell you about my childhood traumas caused by my own grandma . I was a happy and lovely girl until my nanny left. I was a happy and lovely little sweet girl from Bosa, Italy. My dad is a police officer and my mom is a doctor. Both of them have to work 24/7 and come back home late at night. Ever since I was born, I lived with my nanny most of the time. But that's okay. I loved her and we had a strong bond. And plus, I loved waiting for my parents from home. Even though they were busy, they always found some time for me and bought little presents or snacks from work since they knew it was hard for me to live alone with just my nanny most of my days.
By Stories Unveiled 3 years ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman (page 14)
Saturday was a long day for Shanna, yet by Sunday she could hardly remember what happened. She had said several prayers for her son. She had written some poetry and read some poetry. She had eaten and bathed. She had taken a nap. She had sat in the backyard and looked the wild weeds growing. She had picked up some donation food for the cubboard. She had begun watching a new show on Netflix. She had perused through a magazine. She had folded some clothes and hung some of Norman's clothes. Besides that, the day was long and forgettable. Mostly she just remembered thinking about Maui's fire and devastation. All those people now homeless. She knew exactly how they felt. It had happened to her too many times. She spent at least a few hours each day thinking about a way to create a lifestyle that was homeless-proof, but she still hadn't come up with it. She would watch the birds a lot. How they would build a nest,but not stay there long. That had to be the way. Just keep flying. Let the air be home. Let any tree be home.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman3 years ago in Fiction
STA Token Development - A Complete Guide
In the vast landscape of blockchain and cryptocurrency, token development plays a crucial role. Among the many tokens available, STA tokens have gained prominence for their versatility and potential applications. In this comprehensive guide, we will delve into every aspect of STA token development, from its fundamentals to its practical use cases. By the end of this article, you'll have a clear understanding of what STA tokens are and how they can revolutionize the digital world.
By Dean Johns3 years ago in Fiction
THE ETERNAL FLAME OF THE CANDLE
In a distant village nestled between the hills of Anatolia, there lived a kind and gentle old woman named Ayşe. She was known far and wide for her wisdom and her heart full of compassion. Every evening, she would light a candle in her humble home and place it in her window, creating a warm and inviting glow that could be seen from afar.
By Alishba Humair3 years ago in Fiction
OKOKOPOPO THE NOTORIOUS CRIMINAL
OKOKOPOPO THE NOTORIOUS CRIMINAL In the dark underbelly of society, where shadows cast their veil over desperate souls, emerged a figure whose name would become synonymous with fear and chaos: Okokopopo "The Phantom" Blackwood. His story is one of audacious crimes, cunning deceit, and a life forged in the crucible of hardship.
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