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Love Unraveled
**Chapter 1: The First Stitch** In a quaint little town nestled between rolling hills and whispering forests, there existed a tale as old as time itself, yet one that never failed to stir hearts with its timeless essence. It was a story of love, woven intricately into the fabric of destiny, where each thread unraveled a tale of passion, sacrifice, and redemption. the quaint little town of Willow brook, where the cobblestone streets echoed with whispers of secrets and the breeze carried the scent of blooming roses, there lived a young woman named Evelyn. She was an artist, with a heart as vibrant as the colors she painted onto canvas. But amidst her lively brushstrokes, there was an emptiness she couldn't seem to fill.
d jojo gentPublished 2 months ago in FictionTitle: The Song of Seduction: A Tale of Love and the Art of Flirting.
Chapter 1: The Mysterious Stranger In the heart of Paris, where romance blooms amidst the cobblestone streets and flickering gas lamps, there lived a young artist named Sophie. Her days were filled with the vibrant hues of paint and the soft strokes of her brush, but it was the art of flirting that truly captivated her soul.
d jojo gentPublished 2 months ago in FictionA Stand in the Impalpable voids! It’s Stone Cold 🥶
Sustainability is a virtue if you may believe. In regards to that, I have stood up a little longer than expected. Herein, I stand tall over fairest mountainous 🏔️ summits, at the foot of which stretch gurgling waters shaped into springs, and then, through the rivers, brooks and rivulets, I stream ( not scream,) furthering furthest into neighborhood creeks. Far away across those bold barriers of the rocky cliffs, 🪨nurtured in nature’s valleys and amidst thousands of huge chunks of icicles --dripping through the roofs, I stand erect guarding the entrance of an impalpable void. Resting next to me is a glacier. To the east is a high soaring cloud casting shadows like a sentinel lighting some holy city. Thereupon throwing broader reflections over the plains , much closer to the barren lands, there is this powdery snowy peak, never melting under the sun’s sizzling heat. Amidst those higher up highs, there's a pinnacle,brighter than bright . It's there, in that reposing void of heavenly skies, a sheer strength belies ; an environ studded in mystique, and into which, the solemnity of peace bespeaks Lain alike and fallen silent over the poppy fields, and yet upon the graves in grooves abounds a tranquil ; flapping it’s wings along a luminous course that's all marked in white. Until..... Such a magnificence (in gaze ) is met by a wanderer seeking the fairest verdant lawns of heavenly bliss ; for in that exists the glory of heaven trapped in a moment's deceit!
Madhu GotetiPublished 2 months ago in FictionThe Vanishing Act
Harry Houdini, the name synonymous with escape and defying the impossible, vanished not on stage, but from his own locked apartment. It was 1926, and the world's greatest illusionist simply...poof...gone. Decades later, the mystery lives on, a thrilling enigma begging for answers.
Robert BrownPublished 2 months ago in Fiction"The Midnight Movie: A Real Horror Story"
Once upon a time, in a small town nestled within the dense woods, there stood an old, dilapidated cinema known as the Midnight Theater. Its marquee, once vibrant with neon lights, now flickered sporadically, casting eerie shadows on the deserted street. The Midnight Theater was infamous among the locals for its unsettling history—a history that whispered of tragedies and unexplained disappearances.
Echoes of Silent Love
In the vibrant city of Port Harcourt, amidst the hustle and bustle of daily life, there resided a woman whose presence seemed to cast a gentle glow upon the world. Ada Obolo Blessing, known fondly as Ada to her friends and colleagues, possessed a rare warmth that radiated from within. Her laughter danced like music in the air, and her smile had the power to brighten even the darkest of days.
Michael OregbuyidePublished 2 months ago in FictionScene Study
SCENE. André is sitting in his apartment. He has just opened another beer after smoking another cigarette and the apartment smells like it. He is in his head with various visions of bliss and despair. A few moment of silence before Azar enters. She looks around at the state of the apartment, drops her keys and take off her jacket before speaking. She is very aware of the mess and smell. He *acts* oblivious.
Antoni NimaPublished 2 months ago in FictionThe Harvest of Fear: Pradeep's Terrifying Ordeal in Andhra Pradesh
In the sun-kissed fields of Andhra Pradesh, where the fertile soil yields bountiful crops, there lived a farmer named Pradeep. With calloused hands and unwavering determination, he toiled day in and day out to provide for his family and sustain his ancestral land. However, little did he know that amidst the tranquility of rural life, a sinister force lurked, waiting to unleash a nightmare upon him.
Echoes of the ICU: The Haunting of Dr. Harrison
In the heart of St. Mary's Hospital, nestled within the bustling cityscape, lay the Intensive Care Unit, a place where life and death danced on a delicate tightrope. Amongst the hushed whispers of nurses and the constant hum of machinery, a tale whispered through the corridors—a tale of the spectral presence of Dr. Harrison, the esteemed physician who had passed away years ago yet lingered in the shadows of the ICU.
Legacy of the Celestial Guardian
Time has a way of changing stories, and for many years, the Tianlu became a quiet whisper from the past. But some tales are too powerful to stay silent.
EstalontechPublished 2 months ago in FictionDimness within the Mango Grove
A terrible secret was hidden in a mango grove in the quiet village of Chandrapur, which was surrounded by the verdant Western Ghats. The people had a rumor that the forest was haunted, that evil spirits prowled its gloomy paths after sundown.
The Mirror's Curse
Section 1: The Old fashioned Mirror In the curious town of Willow River, settled amid murmuring woods and haze-loaded roads, stood an old house covered in secret. The manor had a place with the late Dr. Nathaniel Blackwood, an eminent medium reputed to have dug into the haziest corners of the otherworldly.