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The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. The townspeople stood motionless in absolute shock as the normally gentle river current defied nature, twisting and churning against the normal course. The darkened sky cast a heaviness of oppressive gloom across the kingdom, as though the heavens themselves felt something was wrong down below. Queen Elara, beloved of all, disappeared into the dark, and her leaving had seemed to stir the very ground against the kingdom. Fear had seized the men's hearts, for this was not just happenstance that had turned the river round; it was a sign of something much blacker, a foreshadowing that had proclaimed the kingdom's balance rent asunder.
By Usman Zafar2 years ago in Filthy
Callback - Chapter One. Content Warning.
The state of the world in 2099 could be described in a multitude of rude, vulgar, or obscene sentences. Much like centuries before, it could be all about perspective. Those who have everything tend to look at life differently than those struggling to survive. It could be said, however, that happiness or contentment could be viewed as the opposite of the previous statement. Those who have everything may not be as happy as those struggling. Not much has changed since I, your narrator, began this narrative and looked upon the world with a tired set of eyes. Just like those brilliant before me who viewed their time in this world as four-letter curse words, wishing someone would change it for the better, the same was true for Cora and her love Celeste. Cora was tired; she sacrificed enough time to earn her retirement and live a life with Celeste that they had been wishing for all those years prior. But much like life, it has an interesting way of showing who is in charge.
By Anthony Diaz2 years ago in Filthy
Love's Absurdity: From Dream to Shatter
On a day filled with the cool air of autumn, I came to a comic exhibition in the library. In a corner for doodling, I met Gary for the first time. His slightly shy smile, bright eyes and the enthusiasm when he was doodling on the wall instantly touched my heart. "I'll draw a princess for you!" This was the first sentence he said to me. Falling in love with him might be because of his childlike enthusiasm. In this complex world, few men have his kind of candor.
By Emotional Scribe2 years ago in Filthy
Love Knows No Order
I had often pondered over what love truly is, yet I could never arrive at a flawless answer. Whenever the concept of love came to mind, a vivid scene would unfold before my eyes: a profusion of brilliant flowers blooming simultaneously, without any particular sequence or forewarning. They unfurl their vivid hues unreservedly, without the slightest hint of concealment. These blossoms symbolize my perception of love.
By Emotional Scribe2 years ago in Filthy
I Did Her Last Summer. Content Warning.
There she was! Pulling up in a stretch limo with the paparazzi completely surrounding her vehicle. I hadn't seen her since Cabo of last year when we fucked each other into a state of pure bliss. I also hadn't seen her since I found out that she had gotten back with her ex.
By Digital_FootPrint12122 years ago in Filthy
