A heart renting story of woman with whom Destiny played hide and seek
Every beginnings will have an ending. Memories on the other hand, has no end
A short story on the lack of qualities we add through our lives and end up with the corroded furniture!
This is a fiction story, about a horror experience, which I really did not feel in my life. This story tells about an unhappy spirit, who returned regularly to the place where he died.
When I was a kid , I used to always peep into my grandpa's study room to know about his work but he never let me y he felt ill inside , his room was a old dusty one with a old typewriter and old chair , I always want to know what he does in his...
He was a fallen reporter, who longs for peace than anything else in the world. But it was never granted as his world crumbled away. He had nothing left but the satisfaction of a writer before jumping into the dark and lonely abyss where sinners lie.
She never did left her job.... She love her job but she hated her boss....
After reading this, you might treat time differently. P.S: sorry for not posting for month , kinda busy for the past couple months ... There still two story in my draft, I wrote it at different time for each paragraph, it may be weird ...
He fell on the ground, face down, completely drenched in sweat, heart pounding. He held his chest, worried his heart might just tear out of his ribcage.
Only at the brink of Hopelessness does Hope arrive. Never Give up!
The narrator is explaining to someone in the future how families had to go to a photographer to take family portraits.
A retiring author is out of ideas for his last book and this has left him a bit depressed.
Alan refused to stop working from the store, and Nelson was not happy about it because his dad's works were too tiring. Nelson then received calls that his superhero dad was in hospital and he rushed to hospital to get his dad.
This story gives an account of a woman's experience retuning merchandise in a store. She hates this task, so one can guess how it makes her feel.
In that room, the love that will remain for eternity.
Her heart longed for that moment...
Get into thw web of horror spider with a pinch of fear!
Expressing my thoughts when I am alone.
This story is about starting over, when the one you love pass away.
I'm tired, and wet. The rain is relentlessly pouring down on us, soaking through our shirts and pants. Beating through the wind, creating a muddy puddle, everywhere. Then there's a loud booming thunder, followed by terrifying lightnings. But on...
Love is, without a doubt, the basis of everything. Not some abstract, hard-to-fathom kind of love but the day-to-day kind that everyone knows-the kind of love we feel when we look at our spouse and our children, or even our animals.
Travelling to the unknown. Wisdom, Victory, Compassion and Timeless Love- The four routes the protagonist takes to...? A room of a writer is where he finds his voice and the place where his soul resides.