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unrequited love. AI-Generated.
So, let me tell you about my epic saga of unrequited love. It all started last summer when I met Emma. Emma was that kind of person who just lit up the room, you know? She had this infectious laugh and a smile that could melt the iciest of hearts. We met at a mutual friend's barbecue, and from the moment she walked in, I was a goner.
By Heri hoerudin 2 years ago in Fiction
Birds Do Not Sing In Caves
Birds Do Not Sing in Caves By Christian P. Benotto I The sun bathed the curved heather in a sort of golden gleam, the mauve heathers shone beautifully under the lovingly warmth of the scorching luminal, their ravishing pallor of violet that gave the stooped land a certain amiable countenance. The heather extended in such a way that it stretched over the rocky alps like a young woman whose nude body gleamed golden, washed in perspiration and the splendor of such a magnificent ardent beast. The sea washed against the high mountainous cliffs that stood before the littoral, the holler of the ocean as it crashed against the latter, her wallowing waves curving and melting into one another in a single aphrodisiac motion. The plains followed the cliff until these led to a steep fall into a lonely abyss of sea and land, these plains also followed the mountainous range that extended in such a way that their feeble body met with the megalithic mount that stood before them. The mount, was truly a behemoth, a beauteous woman of such a height that her edged peaks were shrouded from the eyes of people by the clouds, of such stout limbs that they crashed into the earth and the skies in a single stretch of land, of such caramel skin that her gleaming sides were engulfed in that same golden veil that covered all of the land. She was dressed in a white cloak that opened at the front, leaving her verdant skin from the navel to the breasts visible to the watchful eye of the mortals that could not even touch the reflection of her silhouetted skin. Her vigil peaks penetrated through the clouds and went past them, standing as if it were a stagnant goddess, asleep. She was covered in the flora and snow that had accumulated over the many millennia that she had been asleep. Her shrouded peaks never had storms and she was basked in a cloudless ether that housed the Gods. She was created from the ardent fires that once engulfed the earth and now engulfed Hades, she was forged from the blood of the Titans that had fallen lower than the Olympic Gods themselves, for they had fallen onto the arid land that would later become the land of men.
By Christian P. Benotto2 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Promise. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
"The Forgotten Promise" In the heart of a bustling city, where the towering skyscrapers cast long shadows over crowded streets, lived an elderly man named Samuel. Samuel was known for his kind demeanor and wise words, but what few knew was his extraordinary ability to remember every promise he ever made.
By Nitheeswaran2 years ago in Fiction
CEO AND CHEERFUL GIRL
Once upon a time in a bustling city, there was a CEO named Mr. Johnson who ran a big tech company. He was known for his sharp suits, serious demeanor, and always being glued to his phone. His office was sleek and minimalist, with huge windows overlooking the city skyline.
By Nadea Fahlevi2 years ago in Fiction
The Princess and the Blue Bird
Once upon a time, in a kingdom where the rolling slopes gleamed with emerald green and the skies continuously appeared to wear a shinning, cheerful blue, there lived a princess named Elara. Elara was famous all through the arrive not as it were for her magnificence but moreover for her kind and delicate heart. Her brilliant hair streamed like a stream of daylight, and her eyes shone with the warmth of kindness and understanding. In spite of her illustrious status, she frequently meandered the kingdom, making a difference those in require and bringing delight to everybody she met.
By Dabasish Pal2 years ago in Fiction
WHEN THE SUN STAND STILL
In the quaint town of Willowdale, nestled between rolling hills and ancient forests, the summer solstice was once a revered occasion. The townsfolk would gather at the old oak tree, adorned with flowers and ribbons, to perform the ancient ritual of the Sun's Embrace. As the sun reached its zenith, they would join hands, sing, and dance to honor the longest day of the year.
By Jophiel williamson2 years ago in Fiction
How to Seduce a Girl
Step-by-step instructions to construct a veritable association with a young lady Understanding how to fabricate a veritable association with somebody you're keen on is a vital piece of fostering a significant relationship. Rather than zeroing in on "enticement," which can suggest control or deception, it's smarter to focus on making a certifiable bond in view of common regard and genuine connection. This is an aide en route to moving toward this in a deferential and powerful way.
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Fiction
Asad Mahmood New York: Pioneering Innovations in the Gaming Industry
New York City, the beating center of technical innovation, gave birth to numerous trailblazers who profoundly impacted their respective fields. Asad Mahmood New York is one of these trailblazers; he is a visionary entrepreneur based in the heart of Manhattan who has not only embraced but also transformed the gaming industry.
By Asad Mahmood NYC2 years ago in Fiction
The Solstice Mausoleum: A Perilous Journey to the Other Side
On the longest day of the year, a town revives an ancient solstice ritual and discovers its unexpected powers Solstice Quotes: “Out from behind the darkness viewed, the light again renewed. May strife and worry cease, with warming rays of joy and peace. The dark and cold of winter pressed its snowy blanket down. It stilled the land and bid it rest to dream beneath its frosty gown.”
By K.H. Obergfoll2 years ago in Fiction
The Forest's Treasure
In a little, beautiful town at the edge of an old woodland, there lived a boy named Theo. The town, with its cobblestone roads and interesting houses, was a put of straightforward delights and calm lives. In any case, the timberland that bordered it was a domain of secret and ponder, filled with legends of covered up treasures and enchanted animals. Whereas the villagers were substance with their schedule lives, Theo's heart beat with a eager interest and a yearning for adventure.
By Dabasish Pal2 years ago in Fiction
