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Here's a poem about the eyes in the dark: In shadows cast, where light does fade, A pair of eyes, in darkness made, Glowing bright, like stars up high,
By Dawuda Hardi 2 years ago in Fiction
The Cursed Reflection
I had always been fascinated by antiques, and when I came across an old, ornate mirror at a flea market, I couldn’t resist buying it. It was large, with a heavy wooden frame, intricately carved with strange symbols. The seller told me it was from the 1800s and had a history, but they refused to say more. “Some things are better left unsaid,” they muttered. I brushed off their warning, eager to add the mirror to my collection.
By Ƒนʀƙเ ฬʀเτєร2 years ago in Fiction
Strange Places
He came. Just as I knew he would. His footfalls were barely audible on the cold, tiled floor. By the sound of it, he was taking his time as if in deep thought, with no care as to where he was wandering . I listened to his careful, methodical steps- my eyes averted, my back to him. I was ashamed. I was terrified.
By Sierra Green 2 years ago in Fiction
The Lost City of Lumora
The Mysterious Map It was an ordinary afternoon in the small town of Eldridge when 14-year-old Max stumbled upon a dusty old map in his attic. The map, rolled up and hidden behind some old boxes, looked ancient. Its edges were torn, and strange symbols were scribbled all over it. At the bottom, in bold, faded letters, it read: “The Lost City of Lumora.”
By Ƒนʀƙเ ฬʀเτєร2 years ago in Fiction
Never Together
Introduction I wanted to write a short love story about the Sun and the Moon and the Carlene Carter said it all in the title but I will share it with you anyway.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
BEAUTIFUL EYES
I had the train compartment to myself up to Rohana , then a girl got in .The couple who saw her of f were probably her parents .they seemed very anxious about her and women gave her the details instructions as to keep her things , when not to lean out of windows , and how to avoid speaking to strangers .
By umajyoti D2 years ago in Fiction
The Queen Pelalandorus Incident
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Perhaps it was the wind. Others say it was because we were famished. A curse? For having killed her kin. Divine retribution for those we banished. A plague sent by the Vaquarin? For a war that was unfinished.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Fiction
Slipping Away: The Time Paradox
It has been four months and fourteen days ever since I noticed a wrinkle in the time. We are all making a journey into the past, and the wrinkles on my face still remain unresolved. I guess I should not be shocked. It took years for my daughter to carve these lines on my face.
By PREVIEW THE WORLD2 years ago in Fiction
The Day the River Ran Backwards
The Vanishing of the Queen The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. No one saw her leave the palace gates, and there were no footprints to follow. But when the townsfolk noticed the river twisting against its usual current, rumors flooded the land. The Queen’s disappearance was not just strange—it was an omen, one that whispered of ancient magic stirring beneath the soil.
By mureed hussain2 years ago in Fiction
The Ex_Husband
In the unassuming community of Maplewood, where everybody knew one another's names and mysteries, Emily Thompson ended up at a junction. At 35, she had recently gone through a difficult separation from her better half, Ryan, a once-magnetic man whose appeal had blurred like the fall leaves. They had shared a coexistence for more than 10 years, loaded up with giggling and love, yet additionally developing distance and implicit feelings of hatred.
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Fiction
The Mafia's Wife
Sofia Romano was no more peculiar to riches. Precious stones hung from her ears and silk embellished her body, yet neither the gems nor the rich outfits disguised the peaceful franticness in her heart. She had hitched Alessandro Romano, a man whose name alone evoked dread across the city. He wasn't simply a financial specialist; he was the Wear of the Romano family, head of one of the most famous criminal organizations in Italy.
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Fiction
The Winter Night and the Sad Girl
On a bitterly cold winter night, snow blanketed the quiet streets, muffling every sound. The world seemed asleep under a layer of frost, and the moon's dim glow reflected off the icy ground. In the corner of a small attic room, a girl named Lina sat by the fogged-up window, watching the snowflakes swirl in the wind.
By Muhammad Waheed Asghar2 years ago in Fiction