Moon Ghosh
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Content writer and marketer helping entrepreneurs achieve organic growth. Loves reading, eating sweet, and having insightful conversations. Seeking projects that ignite my content creation journey!
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Guardians of the Whispering Woods
There was once a time—when the kingdoms and empires soared high and wide across the lands—that the Woods of Whispers were snuggled deep at the heart of some long-forgotten land. It had to be one that whistled in silent trees that slipped quietly in and out of time, the type of place where magic was the gentle wind, and legends were the birthplace of legends.
By Moon Ghosh 2 years ago in Fiction
"The Symphony of Colors: A Portrait of an Artist's Journey"
Amidst the hustle and bustle of a city where skyscrapers embraced the sky and the bustle of life reverberated in the crowded streets, there was the painter named Aria. Her studio was a sanctuary, the little corner of the entire chaos that it decides to hide, the place where she imagines colors as creatures and her imagination is about to fly like a little bird.
By Moon Ghosh 2 years ago in Art
Echoes of Canvas Dreams
In the middle of a buzzing city, there lived a girl whose name was Eliza and whose soul was the music of the colorful strokes of art. Enriching colors of passion adorned her days as she walked through rooms of art and melded with the stories that each brush stoke left behind. Art was her all, her everything, and the stage where her dreams were painted.
By Moon Ghosh 2 years ago in Art
The Dragon Beside Me
In the noise of these huge urban areas of Shanghai, and the dreams of life rushing around me, there was this woman who lived as if she into own mythical beasts, with a soul as formidable as a dragon, itself. It was named Li Mei, who was the personification of resilience, love, and the magic of decision-making underneath a mysterious cover of intellectualness.
By Moon Ghosh 2 years ago in Writers
The Silent Women
In the midst of a dynamic crowd that radiated multiple shades and was brimming with noisy talks, a beautiful young woman was brilliantly blending in with the people, yet still managing to attract everyone’s attention due to her captivating natural beauty. Her unelaborated face and long hair, which was flowing and brown, gave out an eternal grace that made the audience feel to be in a period of opulence and ability which is very distant and past. However, the girl was unperturbed by the vibrations of the crowd. She moved with an air of self-confidence that resembled a gorgeous flower among a sea of familiar faces. Her special charm was nevertheless well noticeable.
By Moon Ghosh 2 years ago in Art
A Call to Peace
Once upon a time, in the small town of Willowbrook, there was a peculiar house that stood at the edge of the woods. The townspeople whispered rumors about the house, claiming it was haunted and filled with dark secrets. Its windows were always shuttered, and the overgrown garden seemed to have a life of its own. No one dared to venture near it, except for one brave soul named Amelia.
By Moon Ghosh 2 years ago in Fiction
The Silent Witness
Silence has always intrigued me, with its captivating ability to envelop the surroundings in a captivating stillness. It possesses a certain power – an enigmatic quality that can both offer solace and provoke unease. In this profound absence of sound, hidden beneath its serene facade, lies the intricate tapestry of untold tales and concealed truths. It is within the realm of silence where secrets are held tightly, whispering in their clandestine quarters, yearning to be unearthed.
By Moon Ghosh 2 years ago in Fiction
Lily's Glow: A Journey of Self-Discovery and Empowerment
There was a village lying hidden amidst the rolling hills and in the peaceful woods, where once lived a wayward young girl named Lily. Lily was a person with a good heart and curious, always seeking ways of how become better and better and how to make this world better. Something in her personality had a special radiance to it, an alluring glow which attracted others around her.
By Moon Ghosh 2 years ago in Fiction
The Misplaced Locket
I used to be a treasure so well-loved and once symbolized love and dedication. The mold was also determined to be a delicate, perfumed lock, decorated with elaborate engravings and encrusted with diamonds in a tiny size. Let my chain of gold once adorned the neck of a lovely maid whose sweet prize was me, above all other treasures on this earth. Now, unfortunately, I am in a rational polyhedron, far from my homeland, being lost and forgotten by people.
By Moon Ghosh 2 years ago in Fiction
