Short Story
Navigating the Path to Liberation
This narrative sheds light on the intricacies of a troubled marriage and the profound challenges that often accompany such unions. It compels us to consider whether remaining in a failed marriage might be less favorable than opting for singlehood.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing3 years ago in Fiction
The Boy & The Tree
I guess being homeless isn’t as bad as I thought. At least I get to develop a strong bond with Mother Earth. Tuval, a depressed, withdrawn, bookish 14-year-old high school student, felt no more warmth, comfort, peace, and confidence in his life. The family’s vast, beige, villa-style house became a war zone; Tuval heard nothing but constant yelling, cursing, breaking glass, punching holes in the walls, and kicking cabinets. His bald, grumpy, sociopathic alcoholic father ruled the home with his cold-hearted nature. His miserable, indifferent, prune-coloured haired, overweight mother never listened to what he had to tell her about how he felt about his family. She always dismissed him and said things like, “Man up! It is a part of life!" Him and his brothers were at odds; they never got along and they had nothing in common with Tuval, so he’d often be seen spending time in his bedroom alone every night after dinner. The whole concept of family living covered his body with goosebumps.
By Talia Devora3 years ago in Fiction
Bad Ass
Hair slicked behind his ears, his skin-tight black leather pants and blue leather boots give him a put-together look. Yet, the white armband that matches his shirt – a shirt with a white Nehru collar does the trick. He thinks it makes him a Bad Ass, BA for short. So short, he had it carved onto his index finger – capitalized initials of BA.
By Andrea Corwin 3 years ago in Fiction
Why You Need to Be a ‘Cold’ Person
In day-to-day life the ability to put things in place between your deeds and sentiments is quite crucial. However, a combination of the qualities such as warmth and energy is usually the most suitable in most cases and it is at those times when your composure and a more reserved demeanor is the key.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing3 years ago in Fiction
Siren's Serenade: A Temptation of the Deep
In the coastal village of Thalassa, nestled between towering cliffs and the azure sea, there existed a secret whispered only in hushed tones—a haunting melody that echoed across the waves, known as the Siren's Call.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq3 years ago in Fiction
The Siren's Call: A Haunting Tale of Survival
Amidst the boundless expanse of the ocean, a solitary sailboat sliced through the veils of mist, its weather-worn sails fluttering in the salty breeze. Standing resolute at the helm was Captain Erika Vance, her face etched with the lines of countless voyages, each wave a testament to her unwavering resolve. For years, she had sought solace in the rhythmic cadence of the sea, finding refuge in its embrace.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq3 years ago in Fiction
The Tale of the Nameless
In the realm where drizzling hearts spoke in whispers, my name remained a silent echo, unheard and unspoken. Here, amidst the enigmatic dance of solitude and yearning, the narrative unfolds, painting a portrait of a solitary existence amid the ephemeral whispers of life.
By lahsen ezahouani3 years ago in Fiction
Whispers Beneath the Waves
In the quiet coastal town of Ravenshire, where the mist mingled with the cliffs and the sea whispered ancient tales, there lived a legend as old as time itself. They spoke of the Siren's Song, a melody so haunting that it could ensnare the hearts of even the most resolute souls.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq3 years ago in Fiction
When The End Comes Too Soon. Content Warning.
* Lily Thompson was well known around town. When asked, people would often describe her as an adventurous, fun-loving and kind-hearted little girl. A little spit fire whose heart was as tender as the flower petals she made her wishes on.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Fiction
The Siren's Lament
In the depths of the azure sea, where sunlight danced upon the gentle waves, a melody so hauntingly beautiful echoed through the waters. It was the song of the sirens, a captivating lure that had ensnared many an unwary sailor throughout the ages. Yet, this particular siren's song carried a melancholic undertone, a lament that spoke of a profound loneliness and yearning for something more.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq3 years ago in Fiction
Siren's Song: A Haunting Melody
In the coastal village of Serenity Cove, where the cliffs embraced the sea and whispered tales of forgotten legends, dwelled a young woman named Elara. Her eyes held the depth of the ocean, and her voice carried the enchanting melodies of distant shores. Yet, beneath her serene facade lay a mystery as deep as the abyss.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq3 years ago in Fiction
