Etieno Udom
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Moonlit Shadows
Emilia Dim, a prestigious botanist with an unquenchable interest, showed up in Ravenswood on a fresh harvest time morning, her soul fortified by the commitment of investigating the town's unbelievable verdure. The air snapped with a ghostly energy, the murmurs of old trees stirring in a practically extraordinary language. As she sunk into her interesting lodgings, Emilia couldn't disregard the tangible feeling of anxiety that saturated the town. Local people's reluctant looks and vacillating grins recommended a firmly established pressure, similar to a mystery held too firmly.
By Etieno Udomabout a year ago in Fiction
The Blackwood prophecies
Lyra Blackwood stayed at the edge of Blackwood's train station, her heart pulsating as the train pulled away. The town, shrouded in mist and history, lay before her like an unusual puzzle. Her return had been undeniable, ventured back by the mysterious message from her late grandmother, Edith Blackwood. As a youth, Lyra had spent summers in Blackwood, wandering its cobbled streets and old woods. Regardless, as of now, she felt the weight of the town's insider realities pushing down on her, the mumbles in the air a consistent indication of the mysteries she actually couldn't loosen up.
By Etieno Udomabout a year ago in Fiction
The Cursed Road Trip
A group of friends sets out on an incredible trip to a live performance, yet their process strays into the odd and powerful when their particular GPS fires misbehaving. Much to their dismay, the parkway they've been coordinated to has a dim history and its very own wicked character.
By Etieno Udomabout a year ago in Fiction
Beyond The Destination
The Long Road Home As I remained at the edge of the clamoring air terminal, gripping my well used knapsack and looking out at the natural scene, a blend of feelings twirled inside me. Fervor, apprehension, and a touch of bitterness wrestled for predominance. I was at long last getting back following quite a while of meandering, however a piece of me was hesitant to abandon the opportunity and experience that had characterized my excursion.
By Etieno Udomabout a year ago in Fiction
Lost and Found
As I meandered through the twisting roads of the old town, I understood I had no clue about where I was going. The guide had smothered of my hands, and my telephone was dead. Alarm began to sneak in, however at that point I recollected the expressions of a shrewd companion: "The best revelations are made when we're lost." I took a full breath and allowed interest to direct me. The cobblestone roads appeared to wander aimlessly, each corner uncovering a genuinely new thing. I passed by curious little shops, their windows loaded up with carefully assembled knickknacks and cakes that made my mouth water. The design of the structures, a blend of old-world appeal and blurred loftiness, recounted accounts of a former period.
By Etieno Udomabout a year ago in Fiction
