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The gratitude garden
In the heart of a bustling city, there lived a young woman named Lily. Despite the constant noise and chaos that surrounded her, Lily found solace in the small garden tucked away behind her apartment building. It was a tiny oasis of tranquility amidst the urban jungle, a place where she could escape the stresses of daily life and reconnect with nature.Every morning, before the sun had fully risen, Lily would slip out of her apartment and make her way to the garden. With a watering can in hand, she would tend to the delicate flowers and lush greenery, whispering words of encouragement to each plant as if they were old friends. It was her daily ritual, a practice that brought her a sense of peace and purpose.One day, as Lily was weeding the garden, she noticed a new sprout pushing its way through the soil. It was small and fragile, barely visible among the other plants, but there was something about it that caught her eye. With gentle hands, she carefully cleared away the dirt and debris, revealing a tiny seedling with delicate leaves unfurling towards the sky.As the days passed, Lily watched in awe as the seedling grew into a beautiful sunflower, its vibrant petals turning towards the sun with each passing day. It was a sight to behold, a symbol of hope and resilience in a world filled with uncertainty. And as she stood there admiring the flower, she couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over her.For Lily, the sunflower became a reminder of the beauty that could blossom from even the smallest of seeds. It taught her the importance of patience and perseverance, of nurturing the things that brought joy into her life. And as she tended to the garden each day, she found herself filled with an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the simple pleasures that surrounded her.But as the seasons changed and the days grew shorter, Lily noticed a change in the garden. The once vibrant flowers began to wither and fade, their petals wilting under the weight of the approaching winter. It was a bittersweet reminder of the fleeting nature of life, a reminder that even the most beautiful things must eventually come to an end.As she watched the garden fade into the cold embrace of winter, Lily couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness wash over her. But amidst the fading blooms, she also found a glimmer of hope, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was still beauty to be found. And so, with a grateful heart, she bid farewell to the garden, knowing that come spring, it would once again burst to life in a riot of color and fragrance.Months passed, and as the snow began to melt away, Lily returned to the garden once more. To her surprise, she found that amidst the barren earth, a single sunflower had taken root, its golden petals reaching towards the sky with a defiant grace. It was a miracle, a symbol of resilience and rebirth in the face of adversity.Overwhelmed with gratitude, Lily knelt beside the sunflower and whispered words of thanks to the earth below. For in that moment, she realized that life was not just about weathering the storms, but about finding beauty and joy in the midst of them. And as she stood there, bathed in the warm glow of the sunflower, she knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, she would always find solace in the simple act of gratitude.
By Eric anexis 3 years ago in Fiction
Drillmington: When Julisia Returned from Europe
Julisia left for Prague on a Tuesday for new shoes and to personally pick out a luxury car that didn’t convert into a tactical vehicle. TSL waved her bye as the express van zipped her to the airport. He was by himself and could still smell her on himself.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
103 Snow White and the 7 Pervs
The rent was cheap. She eagerly set up her room in the 8-bedroom cottage. One by one, each knocked on her door. Sleazy was first. "Say, Snow White, I couldn't help but notice y0ur snow white skin. Now everyone needs a spongebath from time to time. If you need one, if you're dirty--anywhere at all--please tiptoe to my room. I've lots of experience with dirty girls."
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
Good Boy
This is like one of my dreams, but I can't wake up. Yesterday, I was fit and strong. I could run fast. I was loyal. It wasn't perfect. The time I had with Her was never long enough. My whole life was longing for the sigh against the warmth of her. I loved her more than anything. So much it hurt, and the hurt was all of me. I worshipped her smell, lived for her hand on my ears.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
The Final Mission
The halo above Lylar Sector shattered, signaling its loss of protection. He watched as the sector's shield faded and the halo began its descent. He knew he was still too far away; nonetheless, he also knew he had no other choice but to try anyway. His Spectrane was beginning to diminish, inviting fear in for the first time. He had never before left the Prism. He had never needed to, until now. Without Spectrane, he was powerless. Without it, he was a Souling, essentially.
By A_Skeleton_Speaks3 years ago in Fiction
101 The Joke's On Me
I nailed it! He had no more questions for me after only 15 minutes. I made him laugh. Made him agree with me. My resumé, he said, was "sterling." And there was only one other candidate when I was called in. How hard was it to beat out only one other guy? And look at him! He looked homeless. Smelled of alcohol. Tertiary smoke exposure stinking up the Place. Shiny clothes that could stand up by themselves.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
Drillmington: Covered. Content Warning.
When the workers finally picked up the last kidnapped sex worker, Sate had already cleaned his nails. He was particular about getting the best care for his hair and nails. He moved like a creature who wanted to display power and finesse with all of his being.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
SUN-BURN Part 6
“It won’t be long now,” she muttered gloomily to herself, watching the scanners as the bombs slowly ticked down towards their inevitable destruction. But those bombs were their only hope against a fiery death, Jenna didn't know for sure if they'd be crushed by the sun's gravity, or by the heat.
By RobertFeld3 years ago in Fiction
