Love
The Wedding-Chapter 8
Chapter 8 Kelsey In my dream, we were happy. He brought me a coffee and rubbed my head as I pushed my hair out of my tired eyes. We had spent the night in our hotel room, on a nice vacation to the beach. I had just gotten a promotion at work to a Senior Copyeditor, and we had taken a week away to celebrate. The only thing I was worried about that morning was what I was going to wear to dinner. A printed linen set, or a sundress?
By Bria Lamonica2 years ago in Fiction
Floating
Floating in a warm pool, looking like Ophelia but full of warmth and life. Feel the soothing water and the sun on your face and body.A gentle breeze blows, and the music of birdsong and bees surrounds you, blowing through rushes at the water's edge.You move your hands and feet enjoying the feel of the water, it is almost as good as the warmth of your duvet when you wake and don't want to leave your bed.This is a feeling you want to last for a long time, so soothing, and spreading happiness through your whole body.There is no pressure here, just warmth, love and comfortYou are one with Gaia and nature and your soul is replenished by this feelingLet the feeling wash over you, and heal your soul
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
The Queen of Windmere Returns
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. That was commonly known lore throughout the kingdom of Windmere. None of the Elders knew where it came from, just that it was something that happened a long time ago. Their current queen, Ashland, believed it was her great-great grandmother who disappeared.
By Barb Dukeman2 years ago in Fiction
Amara and Kai
Amara remained at the edge of the old wharf, the waves lapping at the wooden pillars underneath her feet. The sun was setting, projecting a brilliant tone over the waterfront town she had called home for her entire life. However, the quietness existing apart from everything else was broken by the recollections of Kai.
By Frank Migwel2 years ago in Fiction
Rainbow and blue sky
A rainbow extending across a blue sky is perhaps the loveliest and dazzling sight in nature. It seems like a mysterious second when the downpour clears, and unexpectedly, colors rise out of the sky, painting a distinctive curve that appears to be too wonderful to be in any way genuine. A rainbow is something other than a visual display; it holds representative significance, logical interest, and profound close-to-home reverberation for individuals across societies and over the entire course of time.
By nadia khanom2 years ago in Fiction
A Light in the Dark
There, in a small town lying between hills and thick forests, lived a girl named Mia. They took away her eyesight when she was quite young on account of a rare condition. Her world had been painted in shades of sound and touch. The soft rustling of leaves was as vivid as any color, and the scent of rain brought memories of joy and sadness alike.
By Young Dreamer2 years ago in Fiction
Fantasy Prologue II
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. The villagers of Eldergrove watched in disbelief as the water, once a gentle flow shimmering under the sun, defied the laws of nature. Fish leaped skyward, plucked from the air by curious children who had rushed to the riverbank. Birds paused mid-flight, bewildered by the sight, their songs silenced by the enchantment that hung in the air.
By Arshad Sajjad Khan2 years ago in Fiction
The Weight of Shadows. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
In the heart of a town where the rain fell like whispered secrets, Sophie found herself a ghost among the living. The small café on Maple Street had become her sanctuary and her prison—a place where echoes of laughter once danced through the air, now replaced by the hollow silence of her heart.
By Julita Prycilia Hartono2 years ago in Fiction
Prologue II: The River’s Secret
Author: Dream Books Sanjeevi Some say the river actually flows in the opposite direction, and it did the day the Queen disappeared. The water was glimmering, but usually flowing towards the sea; and originating a storm and desperate movement as if the world rejected what had occurred. People were caught standing on the river’s edge with their eyes opened wide and their lips open in prayers to gods who had deserted them. This was no ordinary omen.
By Sanjeevi Kandasamy2 years ago in Fiction
The Call of the Mysterious Fog
That night, the fog moved quickly, shrouding Dharapur, a small settlement, in a spooky calm. Although fog frequently rolled in from the neighboring river, this particular fog was peculiar. It was heavier, colder, and had an uncomfortable weight. Once the first wisp of it appeared slithering between the trees, nobody dared to go outside. They had been told tales about it by the elders, tales of those who went forth and never came back.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD 2 years ago in Fiction
