Love
Beneath the façade
In the towering skyscrapers of Feng Enterprise, the atmosphere mirrored the imposing figure of CEO Wong. Known for his unyielding demeanor and piercing gaze, Wong's intimidating presence had become synonymous with the corporate stronghold he commanded. However, behind the veil of authority lay a haunted soul, scarred by a tragedy that had reshaped the contours of his existence – the loss of his mother.
By Abdulmalik Habib3 years ago in Fiction
One Writer
One Writer A writer sits in front of an antique typewriter, ready to pour his thoughts onto paper: "Writing was my lifeline, the very thing that saved me from the depths of despair. Yet, I didn't write about trivial matters or indulge in the ridiculousness of love letters penned for unrequited affections. Words became my refuge, a sanctuary from the pain and anguish that plagued my existence. As a shy teenager with seemingly no prospects in life, I became a dreamer. A dreamer who would weep and beseech the moon to deliver the essence of my words, so I could tend to them with greater care. These words I wrote became my only flame, providing warmth in the face of the world's coldness. They acted as a protective shield against the venomous words of the women on the bus, who sought to pry into my life and label me as insignificant. Their hurtful remarks echoed sentiments that had only been expressed by one person before. And so, I transformed these women into the greatest villains within my poems and short stories, finding joy in their demise and giving my life a satisfying conclusion. In reality, I severed ties with my predetermined destiny, leaving those women on the bus to spew venom amongst themselves while I forged my own path. All of this and more, being a dreamer and a writer, was akin to granting wings to a condor, allowing it to soar far above the vultures. I discovered that I held control over my own destiny if I fought tirelessly, never relinquishing my beliefs. Compiling all my words and crafting a book in 2019 also played a crucial role in my salvation. The dream I aspired to was grander than ever, and the pursuit of that dream continues to this day. The struggle is ongoing, a constant reminder of my unwavering commitment to what I have written and the incomplete work that lies before me. I realized that if I am willing to fight until the end, without surrendering my beliefs, I hold the power to shape my own destiny. Piecing together the words and birthing a book in 2019 was a salvation in itself. The dream, however, reaches far beyond that milestone. The fight for my dream is far from over, and I embrace the perpetual struggle as a testament of my love for what I have written and the work that remains unfinished. If you have experienced the same, then you know that words hold the power to heal. They possess the cure within their very essence. So, cry, smile, and fight. Be the architect of your own world, one that brings harmony to our own. Write the words that can save you from a fate you do not desire. Sketch the destination you wish to reach. Have you felt the same? If so, then embrace the power of words as your remedy. The cure lies within the act of writing." As the typewriter emits its final sound, the writer removes the sheet, crumples it, and tosses it into the trash can. Frustration seeps in. "This is what the world does to all writers," the writer laments. "Come to me now with your hollow flattery, and I will discard it just as I did this crumpled page. How cruel you are." The writer closes the typewriter, placing it within a box of memories, and steps out onto the balcony to savor the last sips of his mint tea, seeking solace in the tranquility of the moment.
By Antonio Madrugada3 years ago in Fiction
"Winter's Embrace: A Mother-Daughter Snow Symphony"
It’s Saturday morning in the high mountains of Colorado and I wake to a bedroom full of an unknown brightness. Sleepy eyed, I roll out of bed and inch my way towards the window. It has no curtains since mom, dad and little sis moved to our new house. Most of my toys are still in boxes, crammed in the furthest corner of my room. All I have is my race car bed and dresser. Mom says it takes a couple of weeks until we are fully settled into our new home. I am not sure how long a couple weeks are but it already feels like years since we moved into this new log cabin.
By Sanjay yadav3 years ago in Fiction
Love Location with Someone Mysterious
In the heart of a sprawling metropolis, amidst the bustling streets and towering skyscrapers, there existed a love story unlike any other. It began with a chance encounter in the most unexpected of places: a hidden garden tucked away from the prying eyes of the world.
By Fathoni Rochman Subagio3 years ago in Fiction
Dancing in the Snow
I felt the crunch of crisp snow under my feet in the fresh layers. Shoveling was my chore as I headed out with my shovel on this wintery day. Little crunches were behind me, and who did I see? My little girl bundled up, jumping in my footsteps and laughing. Her tiny boot prints are in mine.
By Sarah Danaher3 years ago in Fiction
The Real Magic behind "A Midsummer Night's Dream" by W. Shakespeare
A group of young individuals clandestinely venture into the forest, where they consume substances that alter their state of mind. They then experience a change in their romantic relationships and encounter beings from an alternate dimension. "A Midsummer's Night's Dream" showcases Shakespeare's exploration of psychedelia, resulting in a delightful experience both on stage and in written form. Originally performed in the 1590s, this play stands out as one of Shakespeare's most playful works, brimming with deception, insanity, and enchantment. Unfolding over the course of a single night, "Midsummer" maintains a lively pace. The plot revolves around collisions and disintegrations, as characters from different realms are brought together and torn apart. Shakespeare employs these patterns to satirize the characters' self-absorption and challenge authority in a comical manner.
By Francesca Giulia Geronimi3 years ago in Fiction
Snow
I was flung from one side of the container to the next. My body banged against the thin nylon of the bag and crashed into some type of jar containing many fragrant beads. The throbbing in my head was only eased by remembering her smile as she ate those round pebbles. What was the term she called it? Coffee! Yes, that’s it, I thought triumphantly.
By Isabella Rose3 years ago in Fiction
The Perfect Stick
Ellie pounced first. The puppy stand-off was rounding its third dramatic minute, and Ellie couldn’t take anymore suspense. Lunging low, Ellie was able to scoop the three foot tree branch from the snow, kicking up excess chunks of soft ice in Lucy’s face as she happily hopped in the opposite direction. Lucy instantly felt disrespected, so she acted on instinct and chased after Ellie until she was able to get her incisors securely latched onto the opposite end of the icey branch.
By Kale Sinclair3 years ago in Fiction
Top 10 X Men Couples
X Men Couples Learn about the top 10 x men couples you've never seen before, dating in our world is hard enough. The mutant world, though, that's a whole other wacky ball game. I don't know what it is about, superheroes and doing things that are just out to left field, or in this case literally, are the left field.
By malik imran3 years ago in Fiction
