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AMINA - Episode 2
Amina stretched, exhausted. It had been a long day. She relished the quiet in the taxi, courtesy of the grey-haired driver. She yawned for the umpteenth time. The driver glanced at her from the rear-view mirror.
Eunice OguruPublished a day ago in FictionRegency Rendezvous: A Tale of Love and Intrigue
In the heart of Regency London, where society's elite mingled in a whirlwind of balls, soirรฉes, and scandal, a tale of love and intrigue unfolded that would capture the imaginations of all who witnessed it.
Willow PeddyPublished a day ago in Fiction
Finding Love's Guide: A Journey to Lasting Happiness
๐ ๐ข๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ฏ๐'๐ฌ ๐๐ฎ๐ข๐๐: ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐๐ฌ๐ฌ - ๐๐ง๐ฏ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ง๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ฏ๐
Digital subha curious cornerPublished 2 days ago in Fiction
The love Power of Shared Interests
The love Power of Shared Interests In the bustling heart of the city, where the beat of life never appeared to vacillate, there existed a curious small bookstore tucked absent in a overlooked rear way. Its racks were embellished with dusty tomes, each one whispering stories of sentiment and enterprise. It was here, in the midst of the fragrance of maturing paper and ink, that Lily found herself on a cool harvest time afternoon.
A Tale of Love Found in the Pages of a Dusty Bookstore
"Whispers of Destiny: A Tale of Love Found in the Pages of a Dusty Bookstore" A Fortunate Encounter In the bustling city of Modern York, in the midst of the tornado of chaos and aspiration, there existed a little bookstore tucked absent in a corner of the Lower East Side. Its charm lay not in its glory but in the dusty racks that held stories of overlooked universes and removed memories.
The Monsoon Melody: A Tale of Love, Loss, and Reunion (Part 1)
The Monsoon Melody: A Tale of Love, Loss, and Reunion (Part 1)Nestled amidst the bustling city of Mumbai, amidst the rhythmic symphony of honking cars and chattering vendors, lay a hidden sanctuaryโa serene garden adorned with vibrant hibiscus and ancient Banyan trees. This was the haven for Riya Sharma, a budding shoe designer, and her secret meetings with a handsome stranger named Veer Singh. Every monsoon season, under the cloak of rain-drenched skies, their paths would converge in this oasis, an escape from the mundane.
The Dancing Animal
Inspired by Kurt Vonnegut "I'm just popping out for some..." and this is where Fred's mind went blank. "What? You're going where?" Tanya was in the kitchen and couldn't hear exactly what Fred had said. He was going out? Again? He'd already been out once. Why did he need to go out again?
Rachel DeemingPublished 2 days ago in Fiction
A Love Story Across Time and Space
How about "Eternal Embrace: A Love Story Across Time and Space"? This is a beautiful and evocative story of enduring love and the power of connection. The theme here could be about the resilience of love, how it transcends time, distance, and life's challenges. It's a testament to the idea that true love knows no bounds and can withstand even the harshest tests.
Beyond Infatuation: A Journey of Lasting Love
Once upon a time in the bustling city of Vanguard, lived a young woman named Ammina. She had just embarked on a new journey as a graduate student at Vanguard University. Ammina was known for her intelligence and beauty, and her infectious smile caught the attention of many suitors.
Emmanuel OjenikePublished 2 days ago in FictionFragment of feeling..
In the heart of a bustling city, amidst the chaotic rhythm of life, there stood a solitary figure โ Amelia. Her days blended into one another, devoid of color or emotion, as she navigated through the crowds with a detached air. To the world, she appeared stoic and unfeeling, but beneath her facade lay a torrent of emotions, buried deep within the recesses of her soul.Amelia's journey through life had been marked by loss and heartache. From a young age, she had learned to shield herself from the pain of attachment, erecting walls around her heart to prevent further devastation. Her parents' untimely death had left her orphaned and alone, and since then, she had wandered through life like a ghost, haunted by memories of a past she could never reclaim.Yet, despite her best efforts to remain aloof, there were moments when cracks appeared in her armor, allowing glimpses of her true emotions to surface. It was on one such day that she encountered a stray dog, injured and whimpering in the alley behind her apartment building. At first, she ignored the creature, hardened by years of self-preservation. But as she turned to leave, a pang of empathy stirred within her, prompting her to kneel beside the wounded animal.With gentle hands, she tended to its wounds, offering what little comfort she could muster. In the quiet intimacy of that moment, something stirred within her โ a flicker of warmth, long forgotten amidst the shadows of her past. As she looked into the dog's eyes, she saw reflected there a mirror of her own pain, and in that shared vulnerability, she found solace.In the days that followed, Amelia found herself drawn to the stray, returning to the alley each evening to check on its progress. With each visit, she felt the walls around her heart begin to crumble, replaced by a newfound sense of connection to the world around her. Slowly but surely, she allowed herself to open up, embracing the rawness of her emotions with a courage she had long believed lost.As the dog's wounds healed, so too did Amelia's spirit, rejuvenated by the simple act of compassion. With each passing day, she discovered new depths to her own humanity, embracing the highs and lows of life with an openness she had once thought impossible. No longer content to merely exist, she began to truly live, embracing each moment with a fervor that belied her stoic exterior.But just as she had learned to love, so too did she learn the pain of loss. One fateful night, as she made her way home through the dimly lit streets, she stumbled upon the lifeless body of her beloved companion, struck down by a passing car. In that moment, Amelia felt as though a piece of her soul had been torn away, leaving her once again adrift in a sea of grief.Yet, even in her darkest hour, she refused to succumb to despair. For in the brief time they had shared together, the stray had taught her the true meaning of love โ a love that transcended boundaries of time and space, connecting two souls in a bond that could never be broken.And so, with tears streaming down her face, Amelia gathered the dog's lifeless form in her arms, whispering words of gratitude and farewell into the night. Though her heart ached with sorrow, she knew that the love they had shared would live on forever, a beacon of light in the darkness of her world. And as she walked away, she carried with her not only the memory of a faithful companion, but also the knowledge that even in the face of pain and loss, love would always prevail.
Eric anexisPublished 3 days ago in FictionI will Love you to the moon and back
โWhether you fall in love with me tomorrow or not, whether you'll be with me tomorrow or not, Iโll still love you, with the pieces of my broken heart with me. I'll stay at your door only.โ
Late Date
I should not have agreed to this. It's so stupid. A blind date, but options are running low. All the men on dating apps are either divorced, looking for a side chick or just a hook up claiming they want more. So basically, they are all liars, maybe this will be the last blind date for a while. Yes, I will be polite, I will smile, but at the end of the date I will say "nice to meet you" and carry on with life as if this date had never happened. Options are limited and I am not getting any younger. I pulled out the compact mirror from my purse and checked my make up one last time. My phone buzzed making me jump. Oh, it was just a text message, I relax and itโs Mitch the supposed man I am supposed to meet here. I wonder if the servers have a poll going to see if he will show up or if I will get up and leave. I used to do that with my co-workers back when I was a server in collage, it was an awful game to play, but we did it anyway, we all had to pass the time somehow. I glance at the text message, it read:
