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The Love That Broke the Curse
● Part 1: The Village Curse In a picturesque village nestled amidst lush green valleys, there existed a centuries-old curse that haunted its inhabitants. The curse whispered tales of forbidden love, declaring that any two souls who dared to fall for each other would be destined for eternal separation. Fear and melancholy clouded the hearts of the villagers, and they believed the curse to be an unbreakable force.
Ahmad ZamzamiPublished 11 months ago in FictionReality of ghost
The Reality of Ghost Stories: A Human Perspective Ghosts do happen. People do not have a single opinion on this matter, some say that ghosts exist, some say that they do not exist. For the time being we will not discuss this. Whether it is done or not, today we will throw a light on it.
mozin khanPublished 11 months ago in HorrorLove in the Time of War
● Part 1: A Fateful Encounter Amidst the chaos and turmoil of a war-torn land, two souls found solace in the most unlikely of places. James, a courageous soldier, had been deployed to the war zone, leaving behind his loved ones and a life of comfort. He had witnessed the horrors of battle, but his unwavering dedication to his duty kept him going.
Ahmad ZamzamiPublished 11 months ago in FictionEternal Echoes
In the deep shadows where darkness thrives Hope emerges where all life has struggled. Flickering flame, beacon light,
its balochPublished 11 months ago in PoetsLove Like
Love me like you miss me. Show it when you to kiss me. I can’t be fake so you will only get this me. You are the mate of my soul. The palm of your hand has a feel that can take the very hate from my soul.
Joe PattersonPublished 11 months ago in PoetsTiny love
Ties his hair back with my hair tie Eats the soup I made Will call from work to tell me NPR said...and I know you love...and do we need...and I love you.
Amelia Grace NewellPublished 11 months ago in PoetsOde to Scotch Tape
When I was a sophomore in high school, one of our teachers was totally hooked on poetry. She’d often hand each one of us a piece of paper with one word written on it.
Margaret BrennanPublished 11 months ago in PoetsJinn power in black magic
Once upon a time, in a small village nestled deep within the mountains, there lived a young man named Ali. Ali was known for his hardworking nature and kind heart. He was loved and respected by all the villagers, who often sought his help and guidance.
mozin khanPublished 11 months ago in Horror