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Nightmares
Stella's POV I saw myself in a hallway with rooms highlighted with tongues of fire like that of the day of pentecost. It took me an hour to decide on what to do, suddenly a hand pushed me and i started running searching for that familiar room which could take away all the fears but the hallway seemed endless as i kept running breathing heavily.
Eduek SampsonPublished 6 months ago in FictionScary stories to tell in the dark
In the heart of a dense, ancient forest stood Willow Lake, a place with a history steeped in chilling legends. The water's surface was perpetually shrouded in a mysterious mist, and the locals dared not venture near its shores after dark.
Dani CharafPublished 6 months ago in FictionChildhood Memories - Nostalgic Reflection
In the attic of my mind, a treasure chest of dreams, Lies a trove of childhood memories, like sparkling, golden seams. A time of innocence and wonder, a world so pure and bright,
A Sleepless Medichondriac
Operating on a complicated hernia was such a great learning experience. It had taken 5 long hours but I had not felt them during the surgery. It was afterward that I felt the dryness of my throat and the pain in my legs. I would be having a deep sleep tonight.
Deepti ThakkarPublished 6 months ago in FictionScary stories to tell in the dark
In the heart of dense, ancient forest stood Willow Lake, a place with a history steeped in chilling legends. The water's surface was perpetually shrouded in a mysterious mist, and the locals dared not venture near its shores after dark.
Dani CharafPublished 6 months ago in FictionHOPEFULLY I MAY RETURN
To think of the burning woods at night Not where it went nor were it came Rather what it caused The delight became pictorial
Don't bother anyone so much at the time of rising, People who ask for your dow
Don't bother anyone so much at the time of rising, People who ask for your downfall The sun rose over the hills, its warm light filtering through the windows of John's small bedroom. He stirred awake and stretched out his arms with a yawn. It was time to start the day.
Ramoon MalPublished 6 months ago in FictionSunflowers Are My Favorite
We’re driving down the road just me and you like we always do. Did. You keep looking at me but don’t ever say a word. We pass the little gas station in Hamburg with yellow pumps all rusted and the most expensive gas in the whole state. You’re the one driving but you keep staring at me. I’m holding the tool of chaos, an instrument of death, one that defeated my soul. I’ve never been diabetic. It’s just what I said at Rite Aid to get the necessary evil from behind the pharmacy desk.
Jessica NeutzPublished 6 months ago in Poets