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Dame Nature
Breaking through the ocean skin with her dive, she pushed her way back up to the surface. She flopped over onto her back and lay floating in the sunshine zone. What the first people must have thought on first seeing the life in the waters. She saw shrimp eel and even a pacific spoon nose along with some other fish. Although determined to be fish, the first inhabitants must have seen the inescapable serpent appearance of these creatures and thought the creatures were snakes. It would be hard not to believe the serpent owned the majority of the land and waters. The deep waters must have seemed like such foreign places.
By simplicity2 years ago in Fiction
Title: A Walk to Remember
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By d jojo gent2 years ago in Fiction
Rebuilding Lives, Renewing Hope, and Finding Strength after the storm
The Calm Before the Storm The wind howled outside, rattling the windows as Sarah huddled under her blanket, clutching her knees to her chest. The storm had been raging for hours, casting a pall of darkness over the small coastal town. But amidst the chaos, Sarah found solace in the warmth of her cozy living room, safe from the tempest outside.
By d jojo gent2 years ago in Fiction
Love Unraveled
**Chapter 1: The First Stitch** In a quaint little town nestled between rolling hills and whispering forests, there existed a tale as old as time itself, yet one that never failed to stir hearts with its timeless essence. It was a story of love, woven intricately into the fabric of destiny, where each thread unraveled a tale of passion, sacrifice, and redemption. the quaint little town of Willow brook, where the cobblestone streets echoed with whispers of secrets and the breeze carried the scent of blooming roses, there lived a young woman named Evelyn. She was an artist, with a heart as vibrant as the colors she painted onto canvas. But amidst her lively brushstrokes, there was an emptiness she couldn't seem to fill.
By d jojo gent2 years ago in Fiction
Title: The Song of Seduction: A Tale of Love and the Art of Flirting.. Content Warning.
Chapter 1: The Mysterious Stranger In the heart of Paris, where romance blooms amidst the cobblestone streets and flickering gas lamps, there lived a young artist named Sophie. Her days were filled with the vibrant hues of paint and the soft strokes of her brush, but it was the art of flirting that truly captivated her soul.
By d jojo gent2 years ago in Fiction
A Stand in the Impalpable voids! It’s Stone Cold 🥶
Sustainability is a virtue if you may believe. In regards to that, I have stood up a little longer than expected. Herein, I stand tall over fairest mountainous 🏔️ summits, at the foot of which stretch gurgling waters shaped into springs, and then, through the rivers, brooks and rivulets, I stream ( not scream,) furthering furthest into neighborhood creeks. Far away across those bold barriers of the rocky cliffs, 🪨nurtured in nature’s valleys and amidst thousands of huge chunks of icicles --dripping through the roofs, I stand erect guarding the entrance of an impalpable void. Resting next to me is a glacier. To the east is a high soaring cloud casting shadows like a sentinel lighting some holy city. Thereupon throwing broader reflections over the plains , much closer to the barren lands, there is this powdery snowy peak, never melting under the sun’s sizzling heat. Amidst those higher up highs, there's a pinnacle,brighter than bright . It's there, in that reposing void of heavenly skies, a sheer strength belies ; an environ studded in mystique, and into which, the solemnity of peace bespeaks Lain alike and fallen silent over the poppy fields, and yet upon the graves in grooves abounds a tranquil ; flapping it’s wings along a luminous course that's all marked in white. Until..... Such a magnificence (in gaze ) is met by a wanderer seeking the fairest verdant lawns of heavenly bliss ; for in that exists the glory of heaven trapped in a moment's deceit!
By Madhu Goteti 2 years ago in Fiction
