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The Lost Kingdom
art writing...Act 1 - The Lost Kingdom Opening scene: A group of mountaineers are preparing for a journey at the base of the Himalayas.
Olivia HipperPublished 10 months ago in FictionLove's Resplendent Journey
In a kingdom veiled by sorrow and draped in melancholy, there resided a princess whose heart bore the weight of a profound loss. Once, her life was adorned with the tender embrace of love, but fate had torn her beloved away, leaving her shattered and desolate. Her days were now filled with tears that whispered stories of longing, and her nights echoed with the silent ache of a heart yearning to be whole once more.
Temitope Olaniyi OgundarePublished 10 months ago in PoetsTASMAC Discussion
TASMAC Discussion . Laid out in 1983, TASMAC was shaped fully intent on controlling the deal and dissemination of liquor to produce income for the state government and direct the utilization of liquor. Preceding the development of TASMAC, the offer of liquor in Tamil Nadu was overseen by individual confidential retailers. Be that as it may, with the presentation of TASMAC, the state government acquired an imposing business model over the discount and retail offer of alcohol.
vinoth kumarPublished 10 months ago in FictionOne Missed Call
“Hi, you’ve reached Grace. Please leave a message.” “Grace, baby, where are you? Listen, I’m still at the mansion. I couldn’t get the shroud. I don’t think I’m going to make it out of here. I’m hiding in the basement and something’s breaking through the door.
Jason HulsPublished 10 months ago in FictionTribute
Rasta man gone astray, the devout artist had adopted flesh for his canvas. Everything about him was dark, the curl of his brows, and even his countenance when he eased back and stood, studying his handiwork.
Tonya R. MoorePublished 10 months ago in FictionHeaven’s Door
Doors open, doors closed, who knows? Inside, outside, we stand where we chose; Satisfaction guaranteed, Togetherness, yes, indeed,
Moe RadosevichPublished 10 months ago in PoetsOne sunny morning, Mr. Chuckles
Once upon a time in a small town called Sillyville, there lived a man named Mr. Chuckles, known for his infectious laughter and mischievous nature. Mr. Chuckles had a peculiar talent for turning even the most serious situations into uproarious comedy. His laughter was so contagious that it could brighten even the gloomiest of days.
Sahil Brohi100Published 10 months ago in PoetsLament of the forsaken heart
In days of yore, where shadows dwell, A tale of love and sorrow I shall tell. Of a woman fair, her heart aflame, And a fallen man, In days of yore, where shadows dwell,