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List of Halloween Captions for Angel Costume [2023]
With Halloween just around the corner, it's time to think about not only your costume but also the perfect caption to accompany your Instagram post. If you've decided to opt for an angel costume this year, you're in luck! This blog post is dedicated to providing you with a plethora of creative and catchy Halloween captions tailored specifically for your angelic ensemble. Whether you want something funny, cute, or a little bit devilish, we have got you covered. Let's dive into our heavenly selection of Halloween captions for your angel costume.
By John Smith 2 years ago in Fiction
Do You Own Your Dream? Part II
“Then you will die without living,” someone said pushing silence away. “I don’t care what you say,” a small female eased closer as someone handed her a microphone. “If the bank can take it away, I won’t be able to enjoy it until it’s mine.”
By Annelise Lords 2 years ago in Fiction
"Secrets of the Mystery Gully"
chapter 1 :The Prophecy Unveiled The sun hung low not too far off, projecting a warm shine over the old city of Eldoria. Inside the consecrated lobbies of the Incomparable Library, researchers and copyists pored over dusty books, their eyes land with information and interest. Among them stood a figure, covered in a worn-out shroud, their eyes fixed on an endured material.
By home doctor2 years ago in Fiction
An Invisible Man: Facing Identity Challenges
An invisible man steals electricity, breaks bulbs, and lights, and hides in an underground place, where he listens to Louis Armstrong and writes about the story of his life. He is not invisible in the actual sense, but rather people don’t pay attention to him and ignore him.
By Libby Laraib2 years ago in Fiction
The Tunnel
I am trapped in a tunnel. I have no idea how the hell I got here, and, at this moment, I have no idea how the hell I'm going to get out. I've been down here for about four, maybe five days. My sense of self, and my sense of time have both seemingly vanished. The ceiling above me is a stone grey arch that's mounted down on both sides of the floor–the arch stretching about five metres in width. There's not much light, but the cracks in the walls let some of the sunlight in every now and again, so at least I can tell when night-time comes. Whether that light is from the sinking sun, or the rising moon, I'll never know. I have to keep moving, maybe five miles per day just to keep away from that rising shadow that keeps following me. I've travelled far enough now that I know there's probably no end to this tunnel in sight–there's still an endless run of that stone grey arch in front of me, it fades out near the end, where my eyes can't make out anymore. Then, behind me is all the length I've travelled, again it fades to black. I normally drop my now-empty water bottle with the nozzle pointing in the direction I am supposed to be walking the next day, just to remember where I'm going. The stone floors don't offer soil to make footprints in, only the beating sound of the steps or movements of whatever's after me, gaining on my trail.
By Annie Kapur2 years ago in Fiction
Eternal Love in the Shadows
In the secluded village of Raven's Hollow, where legends of the supernatural danced in the whispers of the wind, there unfolded an extraordinary love story. It was a tale that defied the boundaries of mortality and the ethereal world—a love story between the enchanting beauty, Isabella, and the tormented horror ghost, Lucius.
By Nithya shree 2 years ago in Fiction
A new type of zombie… Bloodletters
If you ever happen to be born in the world of Bexley’s post-apocalyptic nightmarish realm, you will find yourself smack dab in the middle of either domestic zombie paradise (especially if you're zombie elite) or sprinting for your very life. If you are not running, then as a human you must remain in your crowded bunkers and caves. To save your skin and your blood.
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Fiction
Dead eyes. Top Story - October 2023. Content Warning.
The moment the wooden oak doors open I miss the safety of the Hallway. Miss the comfort of the tiny bench where all the anxious feelings for the next few moments were only thoughts weighing on my shoulders.
By The Invisible Writer2 years ago in Fiction







