Liza

Joined April 2025

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I would like to say all of the readers that the writings I write are unique and not comparable to others.

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The Day the Bell Stopped
It started like every other Monday. I limped through my school goals and tried to avoid eye contact with Mr. Delaney, the vice principal who patrolled the front like a guard. The sky was cloudy, and the grey type felt everything was heavier than that. I already had a pit in my stomach but couldn't say if it had skipped breakfast or if I was trying to do it.
By Liza9 months ago in Fiction
The Last Letter
When they met in October, the leaves were golden, and the air smelled like a change. Emma was at lunchtime and sat on a park bench with novels and warm coffee. Daniel followed Nie. He decided that pigeons earned more sandwiches than her. The sandwich lands near Emma's shoes, then there is a man apologizing with messy hair and laughter.
By Liza9 months ago in Families
Maple Hill
The last train to was almost empty. The snow was slowly drying in the faint light, sitting on the shoulders of commuters who were silent. Anna brought her coat closer to her and stepped into the concrete. The train to Maple Hill was always delayed. The news blinked red on the platform, but barely noticed it. Her thoughts were far away.
By Liza9 months ago in Humans
Autumn Letters
The first letter arrived in October. It was hidden under the windshield wiper by Claire's Auto, cover cream, and intentional elegance. She mostly released it as a mistake, but her name, Claire Bennett - was definitely written about the front.
By Liza9 months ago in Humans
Silent Guardian
In a small town between green hills and winding rivers was always more than Aarav's older brother - he was a second parent, quiet guardian, and sometimes the shade he needed.
By Liza9 months ago in Humor
The Maid's Secret
The old mansion stood like a sentinel at the edge of the village, wrapped in ivy and time. Most people whispered about it, half anxious and half ammunition, but for Mira, it was where she worked. Before the sun painted the sky every morning, she tied her hair in tight rolls, dressed in a simple grey dress and an apron, and went through the forest to the property.
By Liza9 months ago in Humans
When the Light Turns Green
Maya and Jonah met in red light for the first time. She was in her hair in a lazy roll at the back of her small silver assembly, under the window, singing loudly, and closing on the radio. He was next to her with an old pickup, drank coffee from the gas station and draped the drums over the steering wheel. They showed eye contact with the central choroid of the winding window in the middle of the drum roll, breaking with laughter.
By Liza9 months ago in Earth
Little Star: The Story of My Little Daughter
It's magical in the way little kids see the world - everything is a miracle and always a treasure. My daughter, only nine years old, has a small amount of energy, laughter and curiosity in her eyes. Her name is Aanya, and this is the story of an extraordinary ordinary day simply because it was there. It was a Sunday morning, with sunlight swarming through the windows and dancing on the wooden floor like golden butterflies. I was in the kitchen and had tea when I heard her little feet hearing the hallway.
By Liza9 months ago in Families
Lavender Dream
Emma has always loved the scent of lavender. It reminded her of the peaceful summers she spent in the country with her grandmother. There, there was a thick field with purple flowers, magic and stories. So when she spotted a candle with a lavender scent hidden in a small antique shop in the city center, she quickly bought it without knowing it was more than just a scent. That night, she lit the candle next to her bed. The scent warmed and calmed the room, sinking into a pillow with a book in my lap. The soft flickering of the candle and lavender air pulled her eyelids down until the book slid out of her hands and fell asleep.
By Liza9 months ago in Fiction
Three Cups, One Rainy Day
Rain fell steadily outside the cafe, drumming softly on the windows. Inside, the scent of coffee and baked goods mingled with quiet conversation and the hiss of milk steaming behind the counter. It was a slow Thursday afternoon, the kind that seemed to pause time.
By Liza9 months ago in Humans
Silent Guardian
Two brothers grew side by side in a small village between a golden field and a sounding tree - Rohan and Aarav. The older Rohan was always older than his age for five years, and had the power of quiet in his eyes, which made him breathe life too quickly.
By Liza9 months ago in Humans
My Neighbor
When I first moved to Maplewood Lane, the last thing I had hoped was to be fascinated by the man who lived next door. His name was a silver-haired man in the late 1960, and was always a proper combination and cloak in the 1970. He lived alone in a house that seemed as mysterious as his. The curtains were constantly pulled during the day, and the garden wasn't oddly perfect, but it didn't look like there was a gardener there.
By Liza9 months ago in Confessions

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The Day the Bell Stopped

The Last Letter

Maple Hill

Autumn Letters

Silent Guardian

The Maid's Secret

When the Light Turns Green

Little Star: The Story of My Little Daughter

Lavender Dream

Three Cups, One Rainy Day

Silent Guardian

My Neighbor

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