Love
* Hanadi * š©š¼ * and her stubborn lover š¤ *
We stopped in the previous episode, and Hanadi is blaming the opportunist young man š©š¼: - Honestly, I added to it š¤ Brother, it's a shame, respect yourself, delete my messages and photos, delete my number, and leave God's creation to God.
By Anmol Shukla3 years ago in Fiction
Inside the Barrel of Gratitude
My backyard is full of old junk that I have not used for many years. There are old barrels, bits of broken fences, sheds, and many other unused items. I decided that this was the morning that I would have a clearout, so I drank my morning coffee and went into the yard to see what was there.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Fiction
Purple Night
"Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky." "It's an omen," I recited, crouched by Mark's grave. He could hear me better when I crouched over, whispering with my hands cupped by my mouth like a child telling a secret. I didn't want my voice to be carried away by the wind.
By Erin Latham Shea3 years ago in Fiction
The Alchemist's Apprentice: A Journey into the World of Magic
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was a sight that only a few were lucky enough to witness. Those who did described it as a surreal experience, as if they had stepped into a dream. Some even claimed that they could hear the clouds humming a tune that only they could understand.
By Newss Next3 years ago in Fiction
The Guardian of the Light
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was a sight that only a few were fortunate enough to witness. But for Marisol, it was a nightly occurrence. She had grown up watching the clouds twirl and spin in the sky, their lavender hues illuminated by the stars.
By Gurulathan S3 years ago in Fiction
