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Reflections of Resilience
In the heart of a bustling city, where the rhythm of life echoed through towering skyscrapers and crowded streets, lived a woman named Olivia. Her days were a whirlwind of responsibilities, deadlines, and the constant pressure to meet society's expectations. However, amidst the chaos, Olivia discovered a neglected antique mirror in a dusty corner of an old bookstore—a mirror that would become the portal to her transformative journey into self-love and inner harmony.
By Mohamed Taha2 years ago in Fiction
CBI Team At Bengal Police HQ For Sheikh Shahjahan As Court Deadline Ends
Sandeshkhali stood out as truly newsworthy after a few group from the island evened out claims of sexual maltreatment and land snatching against Sheik Shahjahan and other Trinamool pioneers.
By prashant soni2 years ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 26
Once we get inside the carriage house, we climb a ladder up into the tool loft and take position by the window. The window isn’t big enough for both of us to stand watch together, so we take turns. Rachel takes the first shift while I pull over a couple of boxes to sit on.
By Kevin Barkman2 years ago in Fiction
The Beginning Of The End | Pt. 5
Sicily | 1943 9:05A.M Garret forcefully pushed, and shoved himself through the stampeding crowd of fleeing citizens. In the tussle, someone had tried to grab onto him, but when he turned around all he saw was the face of a young nun, with her arms stretched out, getting washed away in the rippling wave of people.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Berber
Casablanca, North Africa | 1943 2:23A.M A tall shadow stepped forward, and into the moonlight of his cell’s window. His face was brown, scarred, and wrinkled with age from years in the heat. A blue headdress covered his entire head, neck and shoulders, exposing only the features of his face. He was dressed in a long blue and white tunic, flowing with golden patterns weaved throughout, and he wore crude, leather sandals on his feet. His left hand was gripping a MP40 machine gun, and his right hand held a ring of brass keys - which dangled and clinked together as he stepped across the sandy floor.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
ECHOES OF THE WHISPERING WOODS
In the heart of the kingdom of Eloria, nestled between the towering peaks of the Misty Mountains and the shimmering waters of the Silver Lake, lay the Whispering Woods. This ancient forest was not like any other in the realm; its trees were more than mere flora, for they were sentient beings, guardians of an ancient wisdom that flowed through their roots like veins of precious gemstones.
By Yannick Simo2 years ago in Fiction
Tides of Love: Enduring Bonds Unveiled
In a small coastal town, where the rhythmic crash of waves provided a comforting background melody, lived a couple named Evelyn and Daniel. Their love story was a testament to the enduring bonds that weathered the storms of life, celebrating the resilience of love in the face of challenges.
By Mohamed Taha2 years ago in Fiction







