The one who showers every plant, keep trust in that gardener's chant.
I know your eyes wander across the road To catch a glimpse of what lies beyond. I know you want to predict all the pebbles and rocks that will come your way.
By Anweshaabout a year ago in Poets
MY EYES teleported to my room. I was in my bed surrounded by my friends and my younger brother. Never in my life did my chest burn , never did I feel like a 100 kg BOULDER dumped inside me, never did my breath smelled like smoke. As my eyes got stable after intense dizziness, I heard my friends talking in a serious tone." You don't get it we need to hid her somewhere". " Yeah of course we need to but we can't take her there. She is still a normal human being .... she won't understand a thing and plus all this is just a accident. "ACCIDENT!!! YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING". " OK fine it's not a accident but how are we can't take her there, NO HUMANS ALLOWED!!". "Don't worry about that, I'll work something out".
By Anweshaabout a year ago in Fiction
In the heart of Eldergrove, a village surrounded by dense, ancient woods, there was a legend of the Whispering Woods. The villagers believed that if you ventured deep enough into the forest, you could hear the voices of those who had come before you—guiding, warning, or sometimes even lamenting.
