Young Adult
Letter from a Prostitute
I sincerely hope you haven't previously received a letter from a prostitute. I likewise trust that till today you have not seen the substance of me and different ladies of this age. I also know how wrong I was to write this open letter to you, but I don't know what to do because the situation is so dire and the demands of these two girls are so severe that I can't live without writing it. I'm not composing this letter, these letters are being composed by Bella and Batul. If any of the words in my letter offended you, I sincerely apologize. I'll do it out of compulsion.
By ayesha adeel3 years ago in Fiction
Love Lessons: A Story of Moving On and Finding Happiness
Once upon a time, there was a young man named Alex who lived in a small town. He had been in love with a girl named Sarah for as long as he could remember. They had been friends since childhood and had grown up together. Alex had always admired Sarah's intelligence, her wit, and her kind heart.
By kalaiselvan Subramani3 years ago in Fiction
The Chance Encounter: A Love Story of Risk and Reward
Once upon a time, in a small town in the countryside, there lived a young woman named Lily. She was a shy and reserved person, spending most of her days at home with her books and paintings. However, she had a secret desire to find true love and experience the happiness that comes with it.
By kalaiselvan Subramani3 years ago in Fiction
"The Curse of the Diamond"
Johnathan had inherited his uncle's diamond. It was a beautiful, large diamond that sparkled in the light. But there was a curse attached to it. Everyone in his uncle's family who had ever owned the diamond had met with misfortune. Some had died, others had lost their fortunes, and still, others had gone insane.
By BILL KISHORE3 years ago in Fiction
Cappuccino Calculus
This Sunday at the end of September, a line of mostly caffeine enthusiasts snaked about seventy feet. Halley displayed its color, goldenrod, which adorned the aprons of the workers. Zamona Mince whipped out her marker and inscribed the name of the macchiato recipient. She stood at five feet four inches and possessed the skin color of a black panther’s fur. She was twenty-four. Her hair was coiffed and looked like a frozen fountain of jet black. Her face look small and angular with enough regality to mistake her for the Crown. As a student of First State Community College, she studied therapy and fitness classes.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Finding Balance: The Tale of Lila and AI
Once upon a time, in a little town settled among rolling green slopes, there lived a youthful lady named Lila. Lila had developed up in this town, encompassed by the recognizable faces of her family and companions, and she had continuously felt substance with her life. But as she developed more seasoned, Lila started to feel eager. She longed for something more, something that she couldn't very put her finger on.
By Hardik Mittal3 years ago in Fiction
