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The Man in The Field. Content Warning.
The sharp pain woke him up, his eyes shot open, but it was dark. It took him a moment to realize it was night, probably past midnight. He tried to move his arms and legs, but for some reason he couldn't, exhaustion? Or something else?
By martin Thomsen2 years ago in Fiction
Like Letters Written in the Sand:Part Five
Something about being with Clarence made Anna-leis forget, even if for a brief period of time, everything she had experienced, or at least made it more bearable. Even when she felt ugly, Clarence made her believe that she was beautiful. But she was anything but ugly, and it was his job to help her see that, and to prepare her for life in the world. Without Clarence, she would have remained hidden from society, afraid to face it. He knew how she felt, and he would do anything to enable her to see herself through his eyes.
By Michelle Renee Kidwell2 years ago in Fiction
Searching for sparks
When I look at her I feel a jolt. You know that hyper-caffeinated drink that Panera sold, that was killing people? That's her/that's me. Every time I drink her in everything in my chest arrests.
By WOA2 years ago in Fiction
Like Letters Written in the Sand, Part Four
Although Anna-leis hated leaving the house apart from doctor’s appointments and physical therapy, she still felt a sense of loss even with Clarence by her side, telling her she was beautiful over and over again, but every day she had to remember what had been lost, the scars, the amputations. At times, she felt as if she was going to crumble despite her efforts to be strong.
By Michelle Renee Kidwell2 years ago in Fiction
Celebrating Unique Weekly Holidays: The Magic of “Thankful Thursday”
It was a crisp Thursday morning in late November, and Sarah sat at her kitchen table, sipping on a cup of hot coffee as the soft hum of her laptop filled the room. She was scrolling through her emails when she came across a newsletter from her favorite wellness blog. The subject line caught her attention: “Celebrate Thankful Thursday—Small Ways to Make Your Week Better.”
By Sugumar2 years ago in Fiction
Strange Travel Tales
It began as a typical day at the busy Humberto Delgado Airport in Portugal. Suitcases were rolling along tiles, announcements were echoing in several languages, and passengers were rushing through terminals. A strange shipment of 132 hamsters was on Flight 927, which was bound for London. Everyone thought the small, hairy, and adorable animals had been delivered safely.
By Sugumar2 years ago in Fiction
Like Letters Written in The Sand. Top Story - November 2024.
"I won't lie, I'm quite nervous about going home today. I don't know if I'm ready.“ Anna-leis looked at Clarence pleadingly. She knew he couldn't give her all the answers, but he could give her encouragement.
By Michelle Renee Kidwell2 years ago in Fiction
Abracadabra – A Magical Word Through History
Introduction to Abracadabra What Does Abracadabra Mean? At first glance, "Abracadabra" might just seem like a quirky word magicians use, but it carries a rich history. Derived from ancient languages, it symbolizes mystery and enchantment.
By Muhammad Nadeem2 years ago in Fiction
A Premature Baby's Journey
The NICU's sterile white lights bounced off rows of incubators, each one housing a tiny, delicate life battling for survival. Ethan was one of them, born at 26 weeks, just a little larger than his mother's hand. His surprise early arrival put Clara and Daniel's strength to the test. A happy pregnancy full of dreams soon gave way to a journey filled with doubt, anxiety, and hope.
By Sugumar2 years ago in Fiction
I Am An Angel
I am an Angel. God created this world then couldn't be bothered with it. He ignored the flaws and gave free will, but allowed bad people to succeed and good people to fail.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
If Only I Ran Faster
Introduction Life often feels like a race, and many of us have moments where we wish we had done more, moved quicker, or reached a goal sooner. The phrase "If only I ran faster" symbolizes the regrets and reflections that come with unmet expectations. It's a statement that resonates with anyone who has ever felt they fell short of their potential, whether in a literal race or the broader race of life.
By Usama Shahid2 years ago in Fiction
The Parallel Lives of Two Strangers
London was covered in a thick, silvery haze as a heavy fog drifted over the city's streets. Long shadows were thrown on the pavement by the sporadic glow of streetlights, and the faint buzz of vehicles barely penetrated the fog. Twenty-eight-year-old graphic designer Ella Winters sped up and tightened her coat around her shoulders. Rainy, foggy nights in the city had always been her favorite. The anonymity of it all had a calming quality, as if the outside world had been momentarily obscured, enabling her to blend in.
By Sugumar2 years ago in Fiction