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What is the saddest thing you’ve ever seen?
Every day between 9:20 and 9:25 in the morning, I ride the elevator in our apartment building, and during that time, I always notice the lift operator sitting anxiously, fixated on his phone without even glancing up. Intrigued by his behavior, I decided to ask him about what he was looking at on his phone. He confided in me that he eagerly waits for the clock to strike 9:30. You see, he does this because he wants to call his daughter, who recently got married. Unfortunately, his son-in-law disapproves of their communication, so he patiently waits until 9:30 when his son-in-law leaves for work. At that moment, he seizes the opportunity to check in with his daughter and ensure everything was alright the previous day.
Vijay PeriannanPublished 11 months ago in PoetsWho Am I But:
Who am I? I am a great supervillain wearing black and white. Hello, I'm Hollywood Hulk Hogan. Best scripted to lose the fight.
Jeffrey SparksPublished 11 months ago in PoetsThe Forgotten Game
Once upon a time, there was a small, tucked-away village surrounded by dense, foreboding woods. In this village, there was a local legend whispered among its inhabitants, a tale that sent shivers down their spines. It was the story of a forbidden game known as "The Forgotten Game."
Eduardo Pavan VialiPublished 11 months ago in HorrorMinecraft
Once upon a time, in a world where imagination knew no bounds, a game emerged that would forever change the landscape of the gaming realm. This game was none other than Minecraft, a virtual universe that captivated the hearts and minds of players across the globe.
Hamza MustafaPublished 11 months ago in Gamers"The Sanctuary of Learning"
In halls of learning, minds ignite, Where wisdom's flame burns pure and bright. Books unfold their tales untold, Within these walls, knowledge takes hold.
Shilpa RawadePublished 11 months ago in PoetsReflections of Desolation
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Its silvered surface seemed to hold a sinister secret, an otherworldly presence that lurked just beyond the glass. I stood frozen, captivated by the distorted image staring back at me. It was a visage I did not recognize, a face etched with anguish and despair. Fear prickled at my skin as I watched in horror, unable to tear my eyes away from the haunting reflection.
Lawrence Mireku AduPublished 11 months ago in HorrorShe's Gone
“It will be okay, Dad.” Tara’s attempt to soothe her father fell on deaf ears. He could hear nothing but the ragged beats of his own heart and the medical transport vehicle driving away, as he watched his wife of sixty years leave their home for the last time.
Cathy holmesPublished 11 months ago in FictionTalk To Me Summer.
Poem (Talk To Me Summer) Talk to me summer with your sun's beams. Hug me to feel your warm breezes. Live with me until end the season in order to,
nanosa nonaPublished 11 months ago in Poets