Cliffhanger
Boundless
I've touched many things in my life, but in this era love has been more so a gift more than anything else. The winds comfort my sorrows, when the rain falls, we cry together. When I have felt alone in a state of demise, something inside me pressures the purpose of life and the light within I have suppressed for many years. What a beautiful pain it is to breathe despite everything around me. I have felt alone, and maybe I am so, out in the cold. Until warmth finds me, I shall have a heart of ice to keep myself alive. What else am I supposed to do in this cold but survive? I met someone long ago but, our existence together begs many questions in my mind.
By Alexis Gibson2 years ago in Chapters
Karma Is A Bitch
Once upon a time, in a small, picturesque village nestled in the rolling hills of Tuscany, lived a young woman named Isabella. Isabella was known for her radiant beauty, but those who knew her well understood that beneath her charming exterior lay a heart cold as ice. Her beauty had granted her many privileges, and she wielded them mercilessly to get what she wanted, often at the expense of others.
By Leroy payne2 years ago in Chapters
A Season of Grief
### A Season of Grief Winter had always been Emma's favorite season. The world blanketed in white, the crisp air filling her lungs, and the serene silence that only snow could bring. But this winter was different. This winter was the first without her husband, Daniel.
By Dawuda Hardi 2 years ago in Chapters
A Glimpse of Tomorrow
One chilly autumn evening, as the leaves danced in the breeze and the town’s lanterns flickered to life, Elara found herself troubled by a recurring dream. In it, she stood at the edge of a vast, shimmering lake, surrounded by a forest cloaked in twilight. The sky above was a canvas of swirling colors—a celestial ballet that seemed to foretell both wonder and peril.
By Dawuda Hardi 2 years ago in Chapters
The Solstice Awakening
Section 1: The Call of the Past Brightridge was a town with a demeanor of calm secret, settled in the moving slopes and thick backwoods of the English open country. The cobblestone roads wound their direction through pleasant bungalows and old stone structures, murmuring stories of a former time. Among these murmurs was the legend of the Solstice Custom, an old function accepted to tackle the force of the sun on the longest day of the year.
By Issa Betsungu2 years ago in Chapters
To the ones healing their darkest fragments
To the ones healing their darkest fragments Today I choose not to poetically quote the light that we need to embrace in order to see the best parts of ourselves. I do not wish to romanticise the goodness present in life. Today I want to talk about the darkness of the existence we forge our essence in—the dreariest moments of our soul that cause misery. The loneliness that mitigates the sanguinity we hold for a better tomorrow I am a writer, and we are often accused of overexemplifying the beauty of life and light. But light can only exist if we rotate and oscillate between shades of grey, between the darkness and the looming shadows that hollow us from inside.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Chapters
Ten strange true stories (Part 2)
1_ The story of the king who died from a monkey bite King Alexander inherited the rule of Greece after the death of his father Constantine in 1917 AD. He was known for his great love for animals, and one day while he was walking his dog in Athens in a park called the National Park, a monkey attacked the dog, and when King Alexander tried to keep them away from each other، Another monkey bit the king's hand, causing him severe complications that kept him bedridden for nearly ten days until he died in 1920 AD due to a monkey bite.
By Mosap Homa2 years ago in Chapters
