Humor
I am standing with a rose in my hand.
I am standing with a rose in my hand. Today Moni will have to propose in some form or the other. Next to me is my daughter Mau.
[email protected]Published 2 months ago in Fiction
Intro
My headache persists. I had a dream about Ni-ni again, and like every time I have a nightmare about her, I know she's still alive, as crazy as it sounds, it really gives me hope. "Missy, time to get ready, uncle Aizawa doesn't like lateness you know," Papa said excitedly. Oh shit, It's my first day in U.A. thanks to my teacher's recommendation (that's the only teacher who believed in me, well she believed I was blind and talented) I don't have to take the entrance exam, which was kind of a bummer since I wanted to do it but that's cool because I still get to go to U.A. where I can be recognized on how good of a hero I can be.
Laysia DavisPublished 2 months ago in Fiction
WHO DUN IT - IN THE WEST?
WHO DUN IT - IN THE WEST? Western murder mystery
Eladio Del CastilloPublished 2 months ago in Fiction
The house has a full balcony and a three-story building
They are underdeveloped and are usually steep or curved. The house's large mesh windows make you scream in your head. Especially if it's windy. In the night sky, they were all very sorry. It seems that many people wake up in the morning with a broken heart. But this is wrong. The former brick can be seen, not broken, but crooked. Faced with such a disaster, Celik wandered off and wondered how his mind was still alive when he was 72 years old. How Etel's tongues burn in his chest to this day. Especially at night.
nikhil bhowmikPublished 2 months ago in Fiction
How long have you been living!
You have the advantage of knocking on doors and breaking down fences - ocher. Even though I wanted to, I did not have a chance to be a nice woman, I was a chained.
nikhil bhowmikPublished 2 months ago in Fiction
The Breakfast Nook
Chrissy wanted a breakfast nook. You know... one of those square tables with a bench up front and a wall bench unit with storage under the seats. I’m not sure why she wanted one as we rarely eat breakfast. However, we are always in need of storage... mostly for stuff I owned before Chrissy moved in and saved me from the evil decorator spirits that inhabit my soul. But if mama ain’t happy... etc... etc... So I started looking for a breakfast nook.
Doug GriffinPublished 2 months ago in Fiction
JASON & DEMARARA #3
A Saturday morning on the sofa. The tv is on, loud enough to hear, low enough to ignore. Jason, flicking through a miscellaneous book of noir films, thinks to himself, “Hmmm. When will Silverfinger be over?”
jamie hardingPublished 2 months ago in FictionA Tale of Drinks, Drunk
Once upon a time, a billion days ago, there was a chef named Homer. On this night, he and his soon-to-be ex-general manager, Damon, met up at a Cambridge, Massachusetts bar. It was a warm evening, on the edge of muggy.
J.S. KohoutPublished 2 months ago in FictionGlasses
Chiharu situated herself on the tree branch, leaning against the trunk and letting one of her legs swing loosely over edge and the other planted firmly on the sturdy branch. From her back pouch, she pulled out her burgundy red reading glasses and put them on.
EveryDayKayPublished 2 months ago in Fiction
Love quotes for him
Love quotes for him A mistake Once some students were doing some experiments in a chemistry lab. All the students were so busy with their exams that suddenly a bright bubble came up from a boy's test tube and his scars went in front of the eyes of the girl doing the test. The whole laboratory was abuzz. Everyone was very upset. The girl was rushed to a hospital where doctors said she had lost her eyesight. Upon hearing this, the family members of the girl started cursing the boy and the people of the school kicked the boy out of the school. Now no colour was the main thing in the life of that girl. Even family members cursed the boy for ruining their daughter's life.
Selly NathPublished 2 months ago in Fiction
Love never ends.
He left alone Those were my golden days. I was getting all the happiness of life. Because I loved a girl and she loved me 100 times more. Our days were passing as if a golden dream was coming true. It was the most beautiful thing of my life. We spend every moment together. His name was Payal. We both used to quarrel a lot and I did it on purpose because it was so nice to celebrate him. When he bowed his head and said sorry, I would laugh at the innocence of his face. He hurriedly hugged her.
Selly NathPublished 2 months ago in Fiction
The Last Letters of Francis Leopold (A Prisoner) - Letter Three
6th March My dear reader, I am almost tempted to call you friend as I have almost no one else to call so anymore, save dear sweet Marcey.
Bobbendoriain AitchisonPublished 2 months ago in Fiction
