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The heartwarming tale of Midnight’s Halloween rescue
On a chilly Halloween night, under a full moon's eerie glow, a young black cat named Midnight found herself in a dire situation. She was alone, lost, and close to death. Her once-glossy fur was matted and dirty, and her eyes held a deep sadness. Midnight had wandered too far from home and couldn't find her way back.
RiamsukafePublished 8 months ago in Fictionbeyond words
wordless verse r e v e r b e r a t e s transmitted through the s w a y movements of silent w o r s h i p collective internal voices
Kristen BalyeatPublished 8 months ago in PoetsGuided by Love: A Journey Beyond Sight
Sarah was anxiously waiting at a corner table one starlit evening at a cute tiny café. Her blind date, with whom she had only spoken via text messages, was about to arrive. She drank her coffee while her heart beat fast with a mixture of excitement and apprehension.
Esther AnimaPublished 8 months ago in FictionThe Beast of Bodmin Moor
Deep within the rugged, windswept terrain of Bodmin Moor in Cornwall, United Kingdom, a mysterious creature is said to roam. Known as the "Beast of Bodmin Moor," this enigmatic cryptid has captured the imaginations of locals and adventurers alike for decades. With reports dating back to the early 1900s, the legend of the Beast endures, leaving us to wonder: Is there truly something lurking in the shadowy corners of this remote landscape?
Sweet, Sour, BitterPublished 8 months ago in FictionThe Tears Call
I had always been obsessed with mermaids. When I was a little girl I would imagine their tiny bodies swimming up from my bath drain to keep me company. I could practically see their glimmering scales, soft fins and flowing colorful hair. I would pretend to pick them up in my cupped hands and watch them swim in circles.
Clever&WTFPublished 8 months ago in FictionTop 10 ghost story
1. The Addictive of Willow House Willow Abode stood at the bend of a dense, aphotic forest. Locals said it was cursed, and no one had lived there for decades. Sarah, a skeptic, confused in, absolution the warnings. But one night, she heard whispers in the caliginosity and saw a woman in a decrepit dress. The apparitional amount beckoned, arch Sarah into the woods. There, she apparent the graves of antecedent owners, all called Sarah, and accomplished she was the abutting in a band of bedevilled inhabitants.
Vinitha VinithaPublished 8 months ago in HorrorOne State.
One State. Birth of a sole state, One flag, one anthem, one army, one currency. Undistinguishable bureaucrats administer rules,
Richard ProsserPublished 8 months ago in PoetsWhy you shouldn't be afraid of growing old, with Carl Honoré
author of the best-selling book "Éloge de la Lenteur", published by Marabout. Carl Honoré Journalist and representative of the Slow Movement
News actu GPublished 8 months ago in Critique