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Journey to the Whispering Woods: A Tale of Enchantment and Discovery
Once upon a time, in a quaint little village nestled between rolling hills and lush green meadows, there lived two siblings named Lily and Max. They were known throughout the village for their insatiable curiosity and boundless sense of adventure. Their father, who had a heart full of stories, often regaled them with tales of magical lands and mystical creatures.
Tamino-Nimi AbelPublished 8 months ago in FictionThe Magical Kingdom that breaks-off Lightning
In the enchanting realm of Elecra, a majestic kingdom shrouded in mystery, a remarkable phenomenon unfolds—the kingdom breaks off lightning! 🌩️⚡
ANDREW.C.CHUKSPublished 8 months ago in FictionDisloyal
to stay loyal to him, i signed a contract he goes missing for days with no contact now i have committed several crimes by cheating on him multiple times
Kiesha’s DiaryPublished 8 months ago in Poets- Top Story - September 2023
The Undulating Field
This is for Mother Combs "Twisted Endings" Challenge that you can read about here The Undulating Field I had a restless night and kept getting up for some reason, but I don't know why. Eventually, I decided I might as well just get up, so went to the bathroom shaved, cleaned my teeth, took a shower, took drugs and got dressed. It was six in the morning, and I was on holiday, so there was no need for me to be up at this unearthly hour, but I was and went to the kitchen and made coffee, instant, with oat milk in the microwave.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 8 months ago in Fiction Story of The Devil
In the small, picturesque town of Eldertown, nestled deep within the misty woods, there was a legend that had been whispered through generations. It was a story of the devil, a tale so terrifying that it sent shivers down the spines of those who dared to speak its name.
James SmithPublished 8 months ago in HorrorBeing a Muslim
Being a muslim; Islam is one of the world's oldest and most widely practiced religions. It has a long and rich history, with followers around the globe. For Muslims, being a part of this faith means understanding its teachings and traditions, living by Islamic values in modern times, and having an appreciation for its spiritual practices. In this post, we will explore all these aspects of being Muslim – from the basics of Islam to religious leaders’ roles in society – so that readers can gain insight into this fascinating religion.
Wuraola YetundePublished 8 months ago in CritiqueWhispers of Time: Guardians of the Lighthouse's Secret
Whispers of Time: Guardians of the Lighthouse's Secret In the heart of the Atlantic Ocean, a lonely lighthouse stood sentinel on a remote and desolate island. Its solitary keeper, Landon, had spent years in isolation, his only companions the endless crashing of waves and the haunting cries of seabirds. Yet, he found solace in the simplicity of his existence, guiding ships away from treacherous reefs and tending to the lighthouse's unyielding flame.
Diana WanjikuPublished 8 months ago in ChaptersThe Ordeal
I was just casually looking through the front window. It was almost dark and me and my daughter were about to have our dinner. I saw a car pulling up in front of my house. As I was curiously watching, 2 men came out of the car and started walking towards my house. I was not expecting visitors. I live far from town and the nearest house is about 100 meters away. I smelt danger. I could feel something bad is going to happen. I told to myself ˋno matter what happens I am not going to open the door´. I grabbed my 3 years old daughter and I told her to be quiet. The footsteps closed in to the front door and somebody knocked the door. I didn’t answer and we just kept silence. He knocked again. I slowly peeked through the window. I could see one guy going back to the car. He went behind the car and pulled out something looked like a shotgun. My heart started pounding. I took my phone out and called the police. As I was explaining the officer I heard a loud gun shot. It was so loud that I was deafened for few seconds. My hearing came back to the scream of my daughter. ˋThey are breaking iń I screamed to the officer. Then I ran to the back door grabbing my daughter and as I opened the back door I heard another gunshot. They are inside the house. I ran through the backyard and threw my daughter over the fence and I jumped over the fence. I ran to the woods behind my house, but my aim was to reach the neighbours house. I ran a little further in the dark in to the forest and watched my house from a distance in absolute horror. I could see them coming out through the back door and looking outside for us. I reached for my phone but I couldn’t find it I lost my phone. We slowly walked to the neighbour. The robbers were not following us. I reached behind our neighbours house and the fence was too high to jumb over. I thought if I called for help the robbers could hear us. So I slowly went around and reached the front door. The door was open. I slowly walked inside the house. To my horror I could see someone lying down covered in blood. For few seconds I couldn’t move, I was paranoid, I ran back to the forest grabbing my daughter. Now the next house is half a kilometre away. I ran for some time and stopped. I decided to stay hidden in the forest until the police arrive. If they want to rob my house they could do it and get away now, I thought. I sat down holding my daughter tight. I thought I could go back near my house and I can keep an eye on it. I lingered towards my house. It’s total darkness but I could see the light from my house. My daughter was sobbing and I was trying to clam her down. As I moved inch by inch I heard someone walking. I said to myself ‘that’s it we are done’. I stopped and didn’t move. Now I could only say my last prayers. I hugged my baby tight and sat down behind a tree. If I made a move they could hear us and easily catch up. The footsteps came closer. At that moment I was praying for them to go away from us. But they came closer and closer. Suddenly somebody called out my name ˋMr. Johń. I slowly looked up. Thank god it was the police officers. The ordeal was over. The guys who broke into our house had killed 3 people that night and were caught next day. We no longer live in the house.
Georgi JohnPublished 8 months ago in Fiction