MOSIE hazime
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A Short Story
In the kingdom of Eldoria, where opulence reigned and the sun blessed the land with golden rays, the throne was held by King Alaric, a monarch revered for his wisdom and valor. Yet, despite his esteemed position, he was not without flaws. In his pursuit of grandeur, Alaric often neglected the voices of his subjects, believing that he alone could guide the nation toward prosperity.
By MOSIE hazimeabout a year ago in Writers
The Ethereal Quintessence of First Love
First love is a peculiarity that possesses a remarkable specialty in the human experience, frequently described by its significant close to home force, guilelessness, and unspeakable excellence. This short lived at this point significant period of life has roused incalculable artists all through the ages, catching the substance of young captivation and the mixed aches of longing. In this paper, we will investigate the subtleties of first love, exemplified in a sonnet that winds around together the strings of guiltlessness, enthusiasm, and possible grief.
By MOSIE hazimeabout a year ago in Poets
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In the curious town of Hazila, settled in the midst of moving slopes, stood an unassuming foundation known as Hazila School. It was the last part of the 1950s, a period described by developing good faith yet in addition by basic pressures, and the school encapsulated the soul of a less complex time. Notwithstanding, underneath the outer layer of this ideal setting lay an occasion that would turn into a legend among the understudies — the scandalous "Insane Sin."
By MOSIE hazimeabout a year ago in Writers
a short story
Title: The Way of Reflection In a curious town settled between the slopes and the ocean, there carried on with a thinker named Elias. His days were given to the quest for astuteness, frequently spent under an old olive tree where he drew in with the ideas of presence, information, and the pith of self. In spite of the fact that he tirelessly looked for replies in the works of the people of yore, Elias felt a relentless void — a neglected longing that bothered the actual center of his being.
By MOSIE hazimeabout a year ago in Writers
short story
As the sun rose into the great beyond, washing the curious beach front town in tints of gold and delicate pastels, Emily remained at her gallery, breathing in the pungent breeze that moved through the air. It was the late spring of her twenty-third year, a season that guaranteed warmth from the sun as well as from the heart. This specific summer, notwithstanding, was bound to become extraordinary.
By MOSIE hazimeabout a year ago in Writers
