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The Moon Sisters
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. One by one forming a different shape every second. Some shapes were similar, but you would never see the same shape twice. It all started at dusk. Kids filled the neighborhoods with play and laughter as they scurried home before first light. Down at the city center, nestled in the middle of a ring of tall redwoods, sat the city park. On the South end; the local little league football team played at home against their rivals. On the north end is what looks like a triplets convention. Groups of three with like faces; sit waiting for the sunset spectacular. The streets lined with cars whose drivers honked constantly, because they sat bumper to bumper for miles. The drivers believed that honking would make traffic move faster. But there was no magic willing to aide in that favor. It’s end of business for the blue collars and just like that; the city came to life. Metro buildings started spewing out overworked and underpaid humans, who were anything but eager to stay a minute longer. Crowds from one building went one way. Crowds from another building went the other, until all the restaurants, bars, and public parking lots were at max capacity.
By Steffany Pope4 years ago in Fiction
People who paint
In Bagh Jinnah, Mahmood saw Jamila for the first time. She was out on a walk with two of her friends. The burqas were all black. However, the masks were flipped over. Mahmud began to wonder what kind of veil it was that the face was exposed to despite the burqa covering it. What does the final curtain signify? Jamila's beauty impressed Mahmood greatly.
By ayesha adeel4 years ago in Fiction
Absent it
There is a strangely charming gentleness about the air. The colorful provincial pea flowers fill the entire garden with a sweet aroma, and the mustard is blooming in the fields. I just want to lie down under the warm blue sky with my head on the soft green grass, so enamored with the atmosphere that no one can ever wake me up in the heartbreaking worldly reality.
By ayesha adeel4 years ago in Fiction
Beyond the horizon
In a booming voice, Kartar Singh began a different song. He had been the same Mahiya Alap for a long time. After seeing Hamida Kartar Singh's handsome beard and Pankaj-like features, the entire universe was disgusted with him to the point where he was afraid he might be the truth. , even though comrade Kartar is such a sweet person and he does not publicly express his dislike of Mukhwa, he will be immediately regarded as a bad person. Hamida would have needed to take his own life if he hadn't joined today because the rest of his coworkers were in such a bad mood. Even a gramophone was brought along by Kartar Singh Guddu. In the camp itself, Queen Topaz broke a record, but that was okay.
By ayesha adeel4 years ago in Fiction
Is love real or fake
Once upon a time, in a land far away, there was a girl named Lily who believed that love was nothing more than a figment of one's imagination. She had grown up witnessing the numerous heartbreaks that her mother had faced and had come to believe that love was nothing more than a cruel joke played by fate.
By Okolo Ugochukwu4 years ago in Fiction
Paws and Passion
introduction Paws and Passion: A Dog Lover's Journey is a heartwarming tale of a young woman named Emily, who is a passionate dog lover. Emily has always had a special bond with dogs, and they have been a constant source of comfort and companionship for her throughout her life.
By Okolo Ugochukwu4 years ago in Fiction
Adventure of a lifetime
Once upon a time, in a small village nestled among the hills, there lived an old lady named Agatha. She was a sweet-natured and kind-hearted woman who was loved by all in the village. Agatha was over 600 years old, and she had seen the village transform from a small hamlet to a bustling town over the centuries.
By Samrana Safreen A4 years ago in Fiction
Dancing with the Purple Clouds
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was a sight that only a few lucky souls got to witness. For everyone else, it was just another ordinary night. But for those who had seen it, they knew that something magical was happening.
By Ravishankar V K4 years ago in Fiction
