Friendship
A love that blazed fiercely, lost to the embers of the unknown
The bonfires of Crestwood lit up the harvest festival every October, their flames dancing against the crisp night air. In 2021, it was where Theo, a twenty-year-old with threadbare flannels and hands stained from working the orchards, first saw Ivy, the eighteen-year-old daughter of Lawrence Kane, the lumber baron whose mills fueled the town’s economy. Theo’s world was one of apple crates and long hours; Ivy’s was one of velvet dresses and her father’s towering expectations.
By Shohel Rana7 months ago in Poets
Where the Heart Wanders
A love that flickered in secret, lost to whispers in the night The old oak at the edge of Dunhaven’s meadow was a silent witness to the town’s secrets, its gnarled branches heavy with stories. In the summer of 2019, it sheltered Milo, a twenty-year-old with worn boots and a painter’s hands, who scraped by selling sketches at the weekly market. His world was one of thrift stores and dreams, far from the gleaming life of Nora, the eighteen-year-old daughter of Edward Varnell, the steel magnate whose factory powered the town.
By Shohel Rana7 months ago in Poets
Love Is Power
The coal mines of Blackridge cast long shadows over the town, their dust settling into every crack and crevice. It was 2018, and Elias, a wiry young man of twenty-two, worked the midnight shift, his hands blackened from hauling ore. His life was one of grit and struggle, his family’s small shack barely holding together under the weight of poverty. But every evening, before the mines swallowed him, he’d walk past the grand estate of the Colfax family, where Lila, the only daughter of the mine’s owner, lived in a world of polished floors and crystal chandeliers.
By Shohel Rana7 months ago in Poets
A Love That Transcended
In the city's vibrant streets, where art and music filled the air, Alex, a young and talented artist, lived for his passion. His paintings were a reflection of the city's energy, its rhythm, and its beauty. Every brushstroke, every color, every detail was a testament to his love for the city and its people. Alex's art was his escape, his sanctuary, and his soul.
By Shohel Rana7 months ago in Poets
A Love Enveloped in Mystery
The city streets whispered secrets to those who dared to listen. For Alex, a young artist with a heart full of passion and pockets empty of wealth, the city was his canvas, his muse. He painted its vibrancy, its life, its soul. Every alleyway, every street corner, every face that passed by was a potential subject for his art. His paintings were a reflection of the city's energy, its rhythm, and its beauty.
By Shohel Rana7 months ago in Poets
A love that burned bright, only to vanish in the shadows
The lantern festival came to Willowbrook every autumn, when the river sparkled under a thousand floating lights. It was there, in 2015, that Luca, a boy with patched jeans and calloused hands, first saw Amara. She stood by the water’s edge, her silk dress catching the glow of the lanterns, her laughter soft as the breeze. Luca, barely twenty, worked odd jobs at the docks, his pockets empty but his heart full of dreams. Amara, a year younger, was the daughter of Victor Hargrove, the town’s wealthiest man, owner of Hargrove Industries, a company that employed half the town.
By Shohel Rana7 months ago in Poets
