Young Adult
LOVE
Love has always been a powerful force that drives individuals to remarkable heights. It has the ability to transform lives, inspire greatness, and create a profound impact on the world around us. In this article, we delve into the concept of "My Love, My World" - a personal journey of discovering a deep and meaningful connection with oneself, others, and the world we inhabit. By exploring the multifaceted nature of love and its transformative power, we uncover how this love can shape our perceptions, choices, and actions, ultimately leading to a more harmonious existence.
By Nseobong Joseph3 years ago in Fiction
Shadows of Revelation
Chapter 1: An Unexpected Discovery Emma Collins was an ambitious investigative journalist with a relentless pursuit of truth. Her inquisitive nature had led her to uncover some of the most profound scandals of her time. However, she was about to stumble upon a secret that would shake the very foundation of her beliefs.
By Oyebamiji Adeola3 years ago in Fiction
Light at Dawn
In the heart of the African savannah, where the rhythm of nature echoed in every beat of life, there existed a small village known as Malaika. It was a place where the sun's golden rays painted the landscape with a vibrant tapestry of colors, and the whispers of ancient spirits danced in the wind.
By jemila ibrahim3 years ago in Fiction
Confessions
"...You didn't!""Well, yeah, I...I kinda did.""With him?""...Look, I told you that I'm bisexual and polyamorous. You were cool with that before.""Yeah; like you'd hook-up with a woman and I'd therefore...kind of, you know...have two girlfriends at one time."
By Kent Brindley3 years ago in Fiction
Madame Horne's Lavish Library of Worldly Wizardry
Bitter, yellow-chalk colored fog clouded so thickly in the dormitories rafters that Cassie could practically taste it. “I don ‘t care what color the fog is Ginny, that is the least of our worries.” Cassie hissed as she dragged a heavy foot-stool closer to the center of the cold, drab, oversized room while Ginny used a pair of broken binoculars to assess the origin of where the fog was coming. Of all the hundred-and thirty-two rooms in the east wing, Milweather’s Girls dorm was at the tip-top of the mountainous circular tower. An upside-down cone hung above them with carved wooden spindling to catch all the wayward spider-webs that bloomed from end to end.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in Fiction
Detective McGee
I was working the beat, listening to the street. I found clues, the blues were playing, moving my feet. If I found out who did this, they were dead meat. I tracked down a suspect based on witness descriptions, it was neat. He demanded a lawyer and got a law firm, a whole fleet. “It was a doppelgänger, I swear,” he said without a care. I knew I trapped him in my snare. I interrogated him in the dark using only a flare. “We found your fingerprints,” I said and stared. We put him away, he yelled and blared.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
