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I don't like My Body
If you were to ask any person on the street about their body, I am sure that at some point in time they have had an issue with it. And a grand majority of people still do. With the new wave of filters, diet hacks and tips to loss weight, body image is still a point of fascination within our society. Well we may have many advocates for plus sizes, different body types and disease/ illness awareness; there is still a heavy drive towards being the best version of oneself and often this best version is still thin.
By Lane Burns2 years ago in Fiction
The Hunt
The dragon swoops this way and that, a ghastly searchlight backdropped by the bright stars. Rock dig and scrapes at me from all angles in this cramped hiding place, but even so, I'm struck by the beauty and majesty of the terrible beast. It's astonishing that a creature so enormous can make the sky.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Valoria
Thalos made his way to the central hall, his mind racing with the possibilities of why he had been summoned so urgently. The elder’s stern face from earlier weighed heavily on his thoughts, adding to the pressure. As he entered the dimly lit room, the air felt thick with the importance of what was to come. Seated around the long table were several of the tribe’s elders, their expressions serious, and their voices hushed as they spoke in low tones. One of them, Elder Garith, motioned for Thalos to step forward.
By Digi Dragon 05 (Or Digi or Revely)2 years ago in Fiction
TALES OF CRIME AND FICTION.
The Agency issued a Warrant for arresting Ralph and even for taking proper steps to give justice to the victims' families. It was somewhere near 10 o'clock and both of us were accompanied by Kevin and were headed towards Ralph's house, some five or so police cars behind us, following us to arrest the criminal.
By Shazia Khan2 years ago in Fiction
Hello, Doggie. Nice Doggie.
I breathed hard, the dead man at my feet. It took a moment, and the feel of the cool night air on my skin, to remember I was naked. How odd: I hadn't felt remorse when I bashed his head in, but my conscience pecked at me now, as I tugged his joggers off him and put them on, hopping about on the dewy grass.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
WHISPERS OF A FADED HEART
WHISPERS OF A FADED HEART Chapter one First love I was never a believer in love. To me, it was nothing more than a whimsical notion, a figment of our desires that existed solely within the pages of books and the illusion on screens. My innocence was so profound that I once thought kissing in movies was some kind of trick-computer-generated, for surely lips couldn’t meet when the nose stood as an obstacle. Yes, I was that naïve. But my perception was destined to change.
By Rahim Jalloh2 years ago in Fiction
The Golden Dragon Keys
The dismal fog hung thick and low over the frozen coastline, a suffocating blanket that muffled all sound. The jagged cliffs loomed overheard, as the beam of Black Tower Lighthouse swept by. The shattered moon casting an eerie glow across the smooth polished, snow-covered beach rocks.
By Wendy Christine Allen 🌸💖🦄 aka EelKat 🧿💛🔮👻2 years ago in Fiction
My thoughts on SUPACELL (NETFLIX SERIES)
"Supacell: A Fresh Take on Superpowers, but Is It Worth Watching?" I went into "Supacell" not knowing what to expect. With so many superhero movies and shows already out there, I wondered if this one could bring anything new. But after watching it, I realized that Supacell isn’t your typical superhero show. It feels fresh, different, and, at times, even personal.
By Cornelius Araoye2 years ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 46
Edwards silently leads me through the back alleys of the city, gradually taking me towards the outskirts. When we finally reach the main gate, Edwards takes me into the guard shack where Richard, Kiera, Artemis and Apollo are waiting for me, each with one hand cuffed to their chair.
By Kevin Barkman2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Party
The day I met Emma started like any other, but then again, my days always start the same way: a repetitive cycle of mundanity marred by the occasional oddity. This time, however, the oddity was Emma herself. I remember vividly how she appeared in the café like a burst of sunlight through a thick, gray fog.
By Eladeo Mallett2 years ago in Fiction
