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The Magic of Divisoria. AI-Generated.
Lola, a firecracker wrapped in a vibrant sari, stood on the edge of her grandmother's cluttered apartment. Below, the cacophony of Chinatown unfolded - a sprawling market in Manila where the air crackled with the energy of a thousand haggling voices. Lola Ester, all of four-foot-ten and a lifetime of grit, surveyed the scene with a practiced eye.
By A Peaceful Mind2 years ago in Chapters
03/17/23
Stumbling over fallen branches I make my way deeper into the forest. The growth is thick and thorns tear through my sleeves, in this moment I am grateful for my black jeans and cowboy boots. It’s the middle of the night, not sure if it’s July 12 or 13th yet but I know it has to be getting close. It’s so dark I can’t find the moons glow anywhere. Something to my right catches my attention so I change direction, a faint glow in the distance. I push through the dense trees and am suddenly in an open patch of mushrooms. Blinking; my eyes trying to adjust. It takes a minute to sink in. They are glowing. With the moon hidden I know it is not an iridescent reflection. The mushrooms are the glowing light source. A diluted pale purple that seems to have a flittering rhythm. Their pulse maybe? As I carefully walk forward to the center of the opening a low growl emerges from the tree line in front of me. Fear courses through my veins as the blackness takes shape. A wolf bigger than I thought was possible lurks slowly towards me. Each step with intention, our eyes locked. Somehow the fear had vanished and I was left with only wonder. The grace and beauty of this wolf left me in awe. The depth in its crystal blue-gray eyes have me drowning. Instinct of another way took over me as I sat down. My eyes closed as I reached my hand out towards the approaching wolf. An eternity seemed to pass when I felt a soft warm rush of air upon my palm, taking in my scent. An eerily calm and deep voice vibrates into my being;
By Sarah Wilcox2 years ago in Chapters
Porsche Man: The English Premiere West Ham
Staring the mirror down, Porsche Man interpreted the reflection as the truth, “I came here to the United Kingdom and obtained creative beauty credibility,” she exclaimed showing independent strength, “For the longest time I claimed knockout status and at the table, had good reservations.”
By Marc OBrien2 years ago in Chapters
Porsche Man: The English Premiere West Ham
Only a few weeks had passed since Porsche Man lost her knockout status and after a festive engagement featuring the boys in the band the American theatrical tease realized the successful lifestyle slipping away. During the community get together, rumors surfaced that a blues singing extravaganza over at Chelsea’s pad was taken shape.
By Marc OBrien2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
Go wore his signature t-shirt. Dr. Strong dressed in a button down shirt. The two women wore floral blouses, Dr. Frampton in blue and Belinda in pink. In this virtual conference, the “Flourishing Four” expressed their grievances, their agonies, their triumphs.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
When the horn blew, the crowd chanted. “GO, CRAZIES, GO!” No celebrations or “cellys” meant that the players on the ice just kept the game going. Like toys on a giant table, they ambled and chased, shot and dove, and performed to the best of their ability: average. Dr. Strong brought his girlfriend Lerrica. Her alabaster skin and gray eyes and angular face spoke of attractiveness. But what really grabbed the doctor about her was her master’s degree in Nineteenth Century Russian and American Literature. She smiled at him. The game was really a sad affair. Everyone except for a few players showcased average skills. They displayed even more vicious acts.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
A day out at Southward Car Museum!
I have always loved classic cars from as far back as I can remember. This I put down to my father's love of them, and of being taken to many car museums in the UK. The thrill of knowing that I would be going as a child was like being offered an ice cream or a bar of chocolate, and as we know most children have a sweet tooth! My mother was not a big fan so often just the two of us went, and of course, it gave me quality time with my dad as he worked long hours. Those memories have lived on long after he died in 1983!
By Alexis Mundy2 years ago in Chapters
