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Clover
She didn’t know what to say, and even if she did, they wouldn’t have heard her anyway, one of the downsides of being, well…dead. Clover could see everyone, and hear everything around her, but she was silent and invisible to everyone who passed. Though if she was being honest, that was much different from when she was alive.
By Tina Rose3 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Oasis.
The desert was unforgiving, with its scorching heat and endless expanse of sand. It was a place where only the strongest and most resilient could survive. It was also a place where secrets lay hidden, waiting to be discovered.
By David Clark3 years ago in Fiction
Best Backpacks with Separate Shoe Compartments: The Ultimate Guide
At [BagVela], we understand the importance of finding the perfect backpack that meets all your needs. Whether you're an avid traveler, a fitness enthusiast, or just someone who loves staying organized, having a backpack with a separate shoe compartment can be a game changer. In this comprehensive guide, we'll delve into the top backpacks with separate shoe compartments available in the market, providing you with detailed insights and recommendations to help you make an informed decision.
By Heena3 years ago in Fiction
Aquafaba
Aquafaba. So innocuous sounding, almost elegant. But the word felt like a knife running up his spine. It was the way she said it to him, like there was an implicit ‘obviously’ afterwards. Like he didn’t deserve to be in the kitchen if he didn’t know what aquafaba was.
By Addison Alder3 years ago in Fiction
The Magical Orchestra
upon a time, in a little village deep within a lush forest, there lived a young girl named Luna who loved music. Luna spent the most of her time roaming the forest, gathering rare instruments that she discovered abandoned or neglected.
By Balochzada Studios3 years ago in Fiction
The Book of Sirach in bible
The book of Sirach, also known as Ecclesiasticus, is a part of the Old Testament Apocrypha and is considered Deuterocanonical by the Catholic and Orthodox churches. It is a wisdom book, written by a Jewish scribe named Ben Sira around 180 BCE. The book is named after its author and is a collection of ethical teachings and wise sayings intended to instruct and guide the reader in virtuous living.
By Judith3 years ago in Fiction
The Psychotic Side of Martyrs
1. After a plover pecked her son, the distressed mother was compelled to campaign. Blood was drawn she said, and invited me to join her Facebook page, 'The Conservative Management of Pesky Plovers'.
By Stevi-Lee Alver3 years ago in Fiction
Blue Memory Lane (A short story)
He felt lost. His eyes kept roaming his surroundings in wonder and he would feel this great amount of pain, pulling memories he did not quite understand, every time he focused his eyes on anything that was the colour blue. The first memory, which came from the sky, was his surname and how he knew he hated it. He remembered he had spent years trying to change it and yet somehow, he was still stuck with it. The second memory, which came from his gown, was his age and the long years he had spent working as a cashier. He saw a slight glimpse of another memory emerging itself but was rudely interrupted as a very odd man walked into the room. “Glad you’re awake,” he stated. The man was wearing this long white jacket which he found completely absurd but instead of saying anything, he rather kept quiet and observed this strange man.
By Ofentse🌸3 years ago in Fiction
The Haunted Mansion: A Family Trip Turned Nightmare"
As I packed my bags for our family trip to Sultanpur, I felt a sense of excitement and anticipation. It had been years since we had all traveled together, and I was looking forward to spending time with my parents, brother, sister, and cousin.
By Shikhar Singh3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Letter
It was a warm summer afternoon when Lily received a letter in the mail. She recognized the handwriting immediately, her heart racing as she tore open the envelope. It was a letter from her grandmother, whom she hadn't seen or spoken to in years.
By Ahmet BOLEL3 years ago in Fiction
Carnival Mayhem
It has been years since I left my hometown, and I don't think I'll ever return. I do miss the timeless idles of the country, the sultry, gently undulating hills, and the cool, quiet sanctuary of the woods. I can still picture the night sky in my mind's eye, the endless black canvas speckled with glittering stars so vivid and clear they seemed within easy reach of your hand. Even now, the remembrance of the lonesome, poignant howls that would sometimes emerge Just a deep desire to return. But I have sworn to never step foot within that cursed town again. Not after what happened.
By Corey Turner3 years ago in Fiction
Black Rose: A Tale of Love, Heartbreak, and Redemption
Kahdi had always been a hard-working boy. He was born into a family of farmers, and from a young age, he had to work in the fields with his parents. But despite the hardships he faced, Kahdi never lost his passion for life. He was determined to make something of himself, to rise above the limits that society had placed upon him.
By Talha Imran3 years ago in Fiction