yousif haji
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Aspiring story writer with a passion for crafting captivating narratives. With a unique voice and vivid imagination, I bring characters and worlds to life, engaging readers with every tale I tell.
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The Artist's Journey
Tommy was a boy who liked to draw. He had a sketch filled with his attempts at animals, landscapes, and people. Each line was drawn with passion but was still not yet developed the skills. His classmates often teased him for his simple drawings, and even his parents, who perceived his efforts as just doodling, turned it down. Not when he was feeling it. He liked to hold the pencil in his hand and the clean sheet that was left to be used.
By yousif hajiabout a year ago in Art
Bound by Darkness
Chapter 3: The Shifting Sands of Doubt In his hideout, Vincent's days turned out to be no less difficult than those of his prisoners, and the weeks seemed to melt in a whirl of colors Vincenia had built his life to be an example of the exactitude that could only be matched by scalet languages. Where every move was well planned where every move was frustrated only looked the same and it was supposed to stay that way. And although this scenario could barely happen, his terror likewise became the cause. Every day, right from the morning, Vincent took care of Lily giving her food and having conversations with her. In the beginning, their conversations were forced and more or less cheerful, but over time, they began to be more open to each other. Lily used to share the sweetest tales of her childhood, dreams, and the people she had once helped. Whereas, Vincent was revealing experiences that he didn't share with anyone else about his own life and what scares him the most in the moments of silence. Lily listened with Vincent to this empathy in a way that he had never experienced before. She listened and she did not judge him for what he had done, even though he had been wrong, was right. Instead, she showed that she recognized the pain that was so deep down. It was that recognition that clothed the first-sown doubt in Vincent's mind. In that very evening when the lazy orange sunlight trembled on the walls as the sun hid behind it, Vincent gingerly positioned himself on Lily's left. She had mercury the whole day, and spinned away [her] eyes, as lost sometimes in her own thoughts. The sight of her made him feel a gnawing worry inside the need of comprehension was urging him hence, though the feeling was too foreign for him to grasp it. "You're okay," he asked, in a questioning voice that was contrary to his natural tone. Lily looked up her eyes meeting his. There was a sorrow that resonated in his chest when he saw her like that. "Long moments spent reflecting about as tersely as life passes us by," she murmured softly, "that is what I was doing. The one event can determine the course of the rest of your life." Vincent nodded, knowing full well that there was more to it than he let on. "Absolutely," was his reply. "A single event is enough to alter everything." Lily gave a deep sigh, her back slightly curved. Question: Have you ever thought about what you could be doing now if your life were different? If you had chosen different things? Vincent gazed at her, the question still ringing in his mind. He had only resigned himself to the fact that his life was over. A brief consideration: whether or not I was right caught him off guard in Lily's presence. She was the person who stood firm by his side, however, thus indirectly opening the door to himself to think about change. "I am not sure, " he revealed, unable to express his voiced feelings. "It was too scary to have allowed time for thinking out loud." Lily reached out her hand and put it on his. The touch was soft, almost like a soothing feeling. "Vincent, it's not so late yet. You can always choose differently." Her words said would be the only things left in the air after some time. Vincent was overwhelmed by the mix of feelings. The darkness that had been the major characteristic of his life continued to exist but it was then mingled with an element of hope. He could hardly accept it, in fact. When the days turned into weeks, Vincent's personal conflict grew more intense. He was in a battle between what he had been familiar with and the possibility of something else. By Lily's presence, he was consistently reminded that change was possible and that he was not restricted to his past. One night, Vincent, without being able to fall asleep, was at the door of Lily. He heard the sound of her breath, which was stable and quiet. At that moment, he made his decision. He would take her back to the city. It was risky, but he could not keep her in confinement forever. So he might just become a new man again. The journey back to the city was tense and silent. Vincent was driving with a badly racing mind of things which are on his list. Lily was silently sitting next to him, with her eyes glued to the road ahead. On their arrival in the city, Vincent pulled over to the side of the road, and then he turned to face her. "You can leave," he said, his voice heavy with emotion. "I'm sorry for everything I've put you through." Lily stared at him, her heart relieved but at the same deprived with sadness. "Thank you, Vincent," she said softly. "I dare you to find light in the darkness." After that, she opened the van door herself and walked away into the dark. Vincent was watching her go, losing his sense of possession. He had allowed her to leave, but her influence was present. She had given him a unique experience equal to the ones he gave to others, and now he had to determine if he would move towards the light or get stuck in the dark like he had for his entire life.
By yousif hajiabout a year ago in Chapters
Bound by Darkness
Chapter 1 The Hunter in the Shadows Vincent was able to navigate the night with such ease because of his long time experience, always in the dark, and the city caused his clothing to flawlessly blend into the shadows. The street noise of cars and the distant sirens made a symphony that made the city false to the sense of being safe. His mind was a maze of schemes and strict cold thoughts. This particular night, he was going hunting.
By yousif hajiabout a year ago in Chapters
Bound by Darkness
Chapter 2: The Perfect Plan Every aspect of the kidnapping was meticulously planned by Vincent. Every detail was accounted for, from the moment he would strike to how he would transport Lily to his secluded hideout. He had done this before, each time perfecting his method. However, this time was a completely new story. He couldn’t keep away the picture of Lily’s smiling face from his brain.
By yousif hajiabout a year ago in Chapters
The Final Voyage
To start with **HMS Windbreaker**, a remarkable sailboat, calmly split the waters of the Atlantic Ocean under a peaceful night sky. Captain Ethan kept the helm where his gaze stuck on the horizon whereas the other staffs serviced the several tasks they had to carry out. Dedicated Jack, who was an experienced sailor with a vague past, and Emma, a rookie who was on her maiden voyage, were among them.
By yousif hajiabout a year ago in 01
Love's Dark Obsession. Content Warning.
David, who was once held in low esteem, was a normal person. He was middle-aged and did a good job as a graphic designer in a small, dull place where everyone was like him. David was a silent person who hardly got noticed and behaved in a polite and modest way. He spent every day living by himself in a simple apartment that was consistent with his stereotyped form of life-sustaining by his work, grocery shopping, and weekends on his own. His neighbors were not at all interested in him, they only thought he was a poor, lonely man.
By yousif haji2 years ago in Horror
Shadows of Redemption. Content Warning.
Down at Cedar Grove, a peaceful town, hidden in the middle of the singing whispers in the park and rolling hills, lived twin sisters named Emily and Sarah. They were best friends from the moment they were born, they told each other everything, they had the same dreams, and they had the same bond between them that was so strong it was as if they were unbreakable. At present, it turns out that destiny played a cruel game with them.
By yousif haji2 years ago in Horror
The Solstice of Shadows
It is situated in heart of Egypt where the green pasture of the Nile goes across the desert that stretches through the dry land is a small town named Al-Mafrak. The town of Al-Mafrak can be found in between the vast sand dunes and the Nile's green riverbanks, and it is a place where time-honored traditions walk side by side with the modern way of life. As with every year, the town is very lively on the longest day of the year when they conduct a ritual that is as old as a few thousand years, where they attest the sun's ascent to its zenith enacting the power of the sun with reverence and joy.
By yousif haji2 years ago in Education
A Love Misplaced
When raised in the suburbs, Amelia always had a silent personality. She would usually be that little invisible point in a world that to her, seemed to be moving faster than she wanted. It was the pet shelter in her neighborhood where she walked in every weekend to be with the animals. In the company of the abandoned and strayed pets, she discovered peace and a feeling of being part of them.
By yousif haji2 years ago in Petlife
The Silent Whispers of Solitude
James had always been something of a lone wolf. From his early days, when he preferred reading books over playing with other kids, to his adult years spent in the quiet corners of cafes and libraries, he was a man who felt more at ease in his own company. It wasn’t that he disliked people; he just found peace within his own thoughts.
By yousif haji2 years ago in Journal
Why am different . Content Warning.
Throughout my adolescence, I was haunted by a question: Why am I different from everyone else? I don't worship cows or drink alcohol. Am I superior, or are they? The answer I eventually arrived at was simple: I was lucky. I had the fortune to hear the words of God, while others did not.
By yousif haji2 years ago in Chapters
Why am different . Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Why am I different? Why am I not like the rest of the people around me? I do not worship cows or drink alcohol. Am I better than them or are they better than me? This is a question that haunted me for most of my adolescence, and the answer I arrived at was that I was lucky. All that happened to me was that I heard the words of God and what He Himself said, but the rest did not hear what God said. My story began when I went with my friends to celebrate our graduation, after insistence from them and from my mother as well. She used to tell me to go and have fun, so I had no choice but to go. We spent a restful night talking about what we wanted to become in the future. My friend’s ambition was to become a political man and the other. He wanted to become a lawyer, but to be honest, I did not have ambition. I feel that there is an emptiness inside me, but I cannot express it to anyone, even if I wanted to express it and expose it to anyone, because I do not know what it is in general. We went to a respectable hotel, there were girls waiting for us, so we started the party. The sounds of laughter grow louder and glasses of wine rise. Each of us went alone with a girl and went with her to an empty place. As for me, I ended up with a girl with calm and beautiful features. She was my classmate, but we did not talk much, except that I know her name, so we started chatting.
By yousif haji2 years ago in Humans
