Classical
School Friends Drift Apart.
In the core of the clamoring city, there was a secondary school named Rosewood Foundation. The school was known for its scholastic greatness as well as for the very close fellowships that bloomed inside its walls. Among these companionships was a gathering of five young ladies: Emma, Lily, Sarah, Mia, and Claire. They were indistinguishable, their giggling reverberating through the passages and their mysteries shared under the old oak tree in the schoolyard. They referred to themselves as "The Rosewood Five," a name that represented their bond and the school they cherished.
By borsha afrin302 years ago in Fiction
Eternal Love Letter.
My Dearest Love, From the second our eyes met across that packed room, a flash touched off inside me that I knew would redirect my life until the end of time. Maybe the universe had plotted for us to be in that precise spot at that definite second. I recall how the world appeared to blur out of spotlight, leaving just you and me in sharp concentration. Your eyes, glimmering with a glow I had never seen, attracted me like a magnet, and I was defenseless however to follow their call.
By borsha afrin302 years ago in Fiction
SADNESS OF LOVE
In the maze of human feelings, not many stories are essentially as powerful and tormenting as that of the working-class kid and the young lady whose adoration bloomed despite everything, just to shrivel under the heaviness of cultural assumptions and individual battles. Their story, similar to a Shakespearean misfortune, unfurled with all the excellence and misfortune innate in the human condition.
By Shimul Muhury2 years ago in Fiction
The Case of the Silver Mirror
Investigator Amane Miku had forever been attracted to the more obscure sides of human instinct. It was an interest that began as a youngster, brought into the world from a well established want to comprehend what was most important to individuals. Her dad, a resigned criminal investigator himself, had supported her interest, frequently bringing back inexplicable cases to examine over supper.
By Dreamscape 2 years ago in Fiction
10 Best Anime To Watch Most Popular Anime Of All Time . Content Warning.
The universe of anime offers an immense scene of stories, from fantastical undertakings to contemplative dramatizations. Picking what to observe first can overpower! This guide investigates both widely praised and fan-most loved anime, giving you a springboard to hop into this unique medium.
By Bikash Purkait2 years ago in Fiction
The Best Disney Animated Movies of All Time That You Should Watch Right Now
The Walt Disney Development Studios have woven a weaving of describing charm for just about hundred years. Picking undoubtedly "wonderful" Disney films is a nearby unfathomable task, as these motion pictures hold a remarkable spot in the hearts of ages. Regardless, ten motion pictures stand separated for their enduring through impact, development quality, and ability to resound with swarms, things being what they are. Subsequently, grab your popcorn, faint the lights, and plan to plunge into our top picks for the Disney vivified show-stoppers you should see right now:
By Bikash Purkait2 years ago in Fiction
OPERATION DAGON
“Shumba ctulla! Darkness come forth!” John Barrow yawned as his false master stood within the pentagram. Winning this one's trust had been the warden's easiest assignment yet. Lightening flashed outside the quaint seaside Victorian—unseasonable yet unassuming to the uninitiated. Cobwebs hung overhead and John watched as one drifted dangerously close to the ghastly number of candles scattered about the turret chamber.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Fiction
The Quest of Eternal Mortality
On Survival The question of existence still haunts me in the silence of the stillness that loneliness brings with it. To be or not to be, to exist in the coexistence of dualistic forces, to dance with the uncertainty or to play it along the periphery, what I hold certain, has always questioned me, bemoaned me. Truth be told, I beheld the cry for help when its absence called in silent whispers around the blanket of dwelling and absconded its abundant presence over me. There is a painting that traces the bits of serenity in my life, the colors that adorn the hues of the almighty run deep through the veins of my soul to find the brevity of pain. I glance at the picture of Lord Krishna, reminiscing the days that passed by. Darkness sets its sterility in the brimming light of today, as the dawn of today paints itself in the colours of the dusk of yesterday.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Fiction
