Love
Solstice Spell
It is the longest day of 2024, June 20th, in the northern hemisphere and, unexpectedly, I am back again on this small island, long ago called Taystayic, and now inhabited by painters, artists, musicians, natural lovers, and spiritual people. Among them, my beloved white headed-wrapped Kundalini yoga teachers.
By Laura Rodben2 years ago in Fiction
I have a photoshoot tomorrow. Can you recommend me some colors and outfit options that will look good on camera?
Colors: Solid Colors: Opt for solid colors instead of busy patterns. They help keep the focus on you. Bold, Vibrant Colors: Colors like royal blue, emerald green, and rich reds photograph well.
By ODS ACADEMY2 years ago in Fiction
Love Across the Miles
Haruna Itsuki, tenderly called Itsuki by her loved ones, was an energetic young lady intensely for workmanship. She resided in the clamoring city of Tokyo, where she went through her days drawing in curious bistros and visiting craftsmanship exhibitions. Her life was loaded with variety and innovativeness, yet there was one tone missing from her range — a shade of adoration that she longed for profoundly. Yamada Gojo, or Gojo as everybody called him, was a similarly enthusiastic young fellow living in Osaka. Gojo was a performer, going through his days creating tunes that caught the embodiment of his heart. His life, as well, was lively, loaded up with notes and rhythms, however he felt a waiting vacancy that no one but love could fill. Their ways crossed fortunately throughout a mid year workmanship and live performance in Kyoto. Itsuki had a slow down displaying her craftsmanship, and Gojo was performing in front of an audience. Drawn by his deep music, Itsuki ended up remaining among the group, entranced. After his presentation, she moved toward him to communicate her reverence for his ability. That second denoted the start of their romantic tale. Their association was moment and significant. They spent the remainder of the celebration together, investigating the city, sharing their fantasies, and chuckling like they had known one another for quite a long time. It was a mystical time, and the two of them realize that they had tracked down something uniquely great. Nonetheless, as the celebration reached a conclusion, reality set in. Itsuki needed to get back to Tokyo, and Gojo to Osaka. The possibility of being separated weighed vigorously on them, however they made a guarantee to one another: they would make their far-removed relationship work, regardless of the difficulties. In the months that followed, their affection bloomed through late-night video calls, genuine letters, and shock visits. They tracked down inventive ways of remaining associated notwithstanding the miles between them. Itsuki would send Gojo representations of her most recent craftsmanship, while Gojo would form melodies roused by their adoration and send her accounts. Their bond developed further as time passes. Yet, far-removed relationships are rarely simple. There were times when the distance felt unendurable, and the yearning to together appeared overpower. The bitterness and dejection would sneak in, creating shaded areas over their souls. There were minutes when they addressed if their adoration would endure everyday hardship and distance. One winter night, as the virus wind cried outside, Itsuki sat by her window, destroys streaming her face. She missed Gojo appallingly. The recollections of their time together felt like a fantasy she was unable to clutch. She contemplated whether giving up and save themselves the heartache would be more straightforward. In the mean time, in Osaka, Gojo was feeling a similar depression. He sat at his piano, unfit to track down the motivation to play. The distance was negatively affecting him, and he missed Itsuki's presence beyond what words could communicate. He addressed on the off chance that their affection was sufficiently able to overcome any barrier between them. At that time of shared trouble, a choice was made. Itsuki booked a pass, not set in stone to see Gojo and revive their affection. She gathered her sacks and left the following morning, her heart beating with expectation and trust. At the point when Itsuki showed up in Osaka, she went directly to Gojo's condo. Her heart hustled as she thumped on the entryway. At the point when Gojo opened it and saw her remaining there, his eyes extended in dismay. Without a word, he maneuvered her into his arms, holding her firmly as though he never needed to give up. Bittersweet tears bliss and alleviation streamed uninhibitedly as they held one another. At that time, all the bitterness and uncertainty softened away. They realize that their adoration merited battling for, regardless of the distance. They spent the following couple of days together, gaining new experiences and esteeming each second. As their opportunity together arrived to an end, they made a settlement. They would make progress toward a future where they could be together for all time. Itsuki started searching for open positions in Osaka, and Gojo investigated ways of growing his music vocation to Tokyo. They vowed to visit each other more regularly and to never fail to focus on their adoration. Months transformed into years, and their adoration just developed further. They confronted difficulties and difficulties, however they generally found their direction back to one another. Their romantic tale was a demonstration of the force of steadiness and the excellence of genuine romance. At last, the day came when Itsuki got a proposition for employment in Osaka. With a heart exuberant, she stuffed her effects and moved to the city where Gojo resided. They found a comfortable loft together, and their significant distance romantic tale changed into a delightful life shared one next to the other. Itsuki and Gojo's adoration had endured the hardships of distance and uncertainty, arising more grounded and stronger. Their story was an update that genuine romance knows no limits and that with confidence and assurance, the sky is the limit. As they sat on their overhang one night, watching the dusk paint the sky in shades of pink and orange, Itsuki rested on Gojo's shoulder and murmured, "We made it." Gojo grinned, kissing her brow delicately. "Indeed, we did," he answered. "What's more, this is only the start of our for eternity."
By Dreamscape 2 years ago in Fiction
Captive Princess: Hidden Love (chapter 2)
Elana "WHERE AM I?, IS ANYONE THERE" I cried, I got myself into trouble again! I don't know why I keep getting into these problems sometimes I wished I was never a princess or any form of royalty, just one good night I prayed. I felt a cold hand on my thighs, the man removed his mask and slicked back his black hair. His golden eyes shone even in the darkness as his sharp jawline became exposed slowly. "You might be wondering why your here" he spoke softly, "Of course I am you idiot!" I yelled "Woah now calm down princess, theres a few things I need from you but I'll tell you soon. He was so annoying I wanted to get out of here before my father found out in the morning, but here I was stuck again in someones basement at 2:15am, I was tired, drunk and cold and this super annoying guy was going to torment me possibly for a few days. "If I'm going to be here atleast tell me your name?" I rolled my eyes and sighed as he untied me. "You're not leaving this place untill I say so, and you will not spread a word about me or I'll kill you" "Okay, Okay?? I understand the assingment mr. kidnapper" He untied me and locked my phone away which was understandable since he said I cound't spread anything and I could definetely spread some news with it. He spoke so softly it made my heart flutter and I'm not sure why. A tall, handsome guy with his slick backed hair was really something, then he spoke. " Ronan, Ronan Ashford" and with that he walked away, his perfectley sculpted figure walked away into abyss. I can't believe I gotten myself into this, I walked around exploring this place as I came across sevreal draws, curious I opended the draw and saw several figures that looked to be like a family photo as I looked closer a hand grabbed me. "Don't". He spoke harshly, "Don't look in there". "I was bored, really bored, you really can't blame me, can't you just tell me what you want!?" "Fine I'll tell you" He sighed. "I need revenge, I kidnapped you for a reason" He spoke as he got closer to me, the softness of his lips touched my neck as he lifted his head up. "Your father killed mine, he worked as his secretary and your father stabbed him to death when he found out that my father knew that he was cheating on his wife with Lady Anathesia and that he had a a child with her, as my father had evidence and was about to tell your late mother, he stabbed him and covered up the name firing multiple of his employees sending them to jail and abandoning Lady Anathesia, locking her away somewhere, thats why shes been missing all these years, shortly after this you we're born. I was shocked, my mouth dropped, goosebumps ran down my spine with what I had heard. He spoke again " So I need, all your your past cctv footage from that period of time, and your money, I need all the evidence and money I can get to support my case and lock your creul father away! It may sound crazy but I want this for my father he did nothing wrong." If I didn't help he would kill me so I didn't have a choice if I wanted to survive. "So when do I start getting the footage?" " Tomrrow night, I'll sneak you in and you grab those papers and run, if you tell anyone I'll shoot you." This was going to be some stressfull days.."
By Tiana Bird2 years ago in Fiction
strawberry kisses
Adoria POV Working in the bakery was a dream for me, it was so cozy and so sweet and it was mine. My bakery was covered in ingredients for my sweet treats, I ran around with flour over my apreon that has straweberry patterns all over it! Serving customers left and right I was exhausted.. and then a boquet of flowers blinded my sight, as I peered to see who was behind the boquet I saw the most perfect figure in the world, Aiden, my boyfriend. Aiden had began persuing me ever since I had opened my bakery, he'd come back often to get cakes and sandwhiches for his family and his colleuges all time, he was a boss of a massive comapny Lee-Arnault Diamonds, never in a million years I'd think he'd choose me. "For my baby and a cup of tea please" I blushed and took the flowers putting them in a vase on my counter as Aiden sat himself down. He didn't appear so sweet but he was like sugar, his tall figure, brown eyes and long hair tied back in a slick bun hid his cuteness and his friendliness the side I only saw. His parents didn't know anything about him, I'm sure they woudn't want him to marry a baker girl. "So" He said as I handed him his cup of tea as he payed me in kisses on my cheek, "I'm throwing a party tomorrow and I need you to come..I need to introduce you to my parents" I gasped I was afraid, I told him that I couldn't, they would hate me and we should just wait untill we got engaged or something but his eyes told me I had too, his parents became suspicious and wanted to know who he was dating, he coudn't hold me back anymore. I eventually closed my shop and we walked around the park, my pink dress swayed in the wind as his veiny hands gripped man, we strolled around the park and ate some cupcakes I had with me. They tasted sweet like strawberrys, Aiden always reffered my taste with strawberrys, he said I smelt and tasted like them when he'd kiss me. I blushed and giggled eating the cupcakes, we sat on a bench near by chatting as I weaved a flower crown for my prince, thinking about meeting his parents.
By Tiana Bird2 years ago in Fiction
My Cold Mafia Boss Jungkook. Content Warning.
Y/N POV I was waiting for my cold mafia husband jungkook, I missed him so much. Laying on my bed watching reels my hubby opens. "hey jagiya" Oh hey jungkook, I turn over and walk off the bed and hug him, his body was so cold and there was blood! Gwenchana oppa!? (Are you okay in korean) "Gwenchanca Gwenchana" (I'm ok) I was so worried for him. The he pushedme on the bed and kissed my petite face. Ah~ yeobooo. Then he walked away "go get me a glass a water" I rushed and grabbed the water for him. Instead of drinking he poured it over his body and flipped his hair back. "Cold" I giggled he was so harsh yet so dreamy haha. I walked my self to the sofa as he ate his green salad. I walked over to him, hmm jagiyaaa, wae jalsaenggyeosseoyo!!! (Honey why are you so handsome) "I don't know baby, just genes hmm"?? I giggled and then he pushed me agaisnt the counter and he stroked my hair. "I have to go fight the men tonight" I didn't like it when jungkook went away but he was a cold mafia I had to let him be. "Goodnight my beautiful queen I will see you in the morning" I loved my Jungkook mafia oppa so much he was so handsome, I miss him already so I put my cute pink pajamas on and did my skin care and went to sleep. When I woke up jungkook was next to me asleep with his handsome face and his arms around my tiny waist as he pulled me closer.
By Tiana Bird2 years ago in Fiction
Love Reborn
Sophia stared at the final divorce papers with a heavy heart. The once bright future she envisioned with Alex had come to an unexpected end. Their love, which began with so much promise, had faltered under the weight of everyday life and unspoken grievances. As she signed her name on the dotted line, a single tear escaped, tracing the path of lost dreams down her cheek.
By layali mumtaz2 years ago in Fiction
between love and hate
Mia and Alex were like ketchup and mustard. Sure, they went together on a hot dog, but on their own? Yeah, not exactly a love story. They'd been best friends since kindergarten, the kind who could finish each other's insults and trip each other up mid-sentence.
By Cleora Denvercora2 years ago in Fiction
What is dark energy?
The whole universe can be seen as a window that peeks through the veil of obscurity and reveals only a small portion of the invisible world at a time. That, together with the stars, planets, and galaxies, are only the visible tip of the cosmic iceberg. So not only this dark matter is the essence of the universe, but it remains hidden from our direct assessment because it is in the subsurface level.
By Galaxiesbuzz2 years ago in Fiction
