Shahd Sameh
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The Last Letter
Clara had never recklessly used her heart. She wrote her emotions in notes and pieces of paper and slipped them in drawers, boxes and even the back pockets of her backpack at times. There was their safe place, no one touched them, they were carefully folded so that the world could never read them. all the same some of the words were too strong to tell, so delicate that they might be rejected or be misunderstood.
By Shahd Samehabout 5 hours ago in Fiction
The Color Thief
It was a colorless world. The gray skies of winter not the grey days themselves, but this was the place, where everything, even pleasure, had turned black and white and grey. The streets where life was once rich now lay quiet away in monotony. There were now those gardens that bloomed with reds, yellows and purples, but now lay dead, with leaves rotting to dust, and under the earth the flowers could not be differentiated. Laughter also had lost its sound, and in its place was a hollow echo, which felt as though standing right behind your ears.
By Shahd Samehabout 5 hours ago in Fiction
