Friendship
When Horror Came to Speak
He came with tales like coiling smoke, With fingers long as funeral notes. His eyes, two bottomless pits of dread, Where lost men fall and never tread. He sat by me — not near, but in, The horror of him not on his skin — But in his breath, in every sound, That reached my soul and spun it 'round.
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Poets
Pages of Us
The Open Book In the charming town of Willow Creek, the Willow Creek Library was more than a building—it was a haven for stories and dreamers. Lena Torres, a 29-year-old librarian with a love for storytelling, arrived to lead a community literacy program. Her wavy chestnut hair framed her face, and her dark eyes sparkled with the magic of books. Lena believed stories could bridge hearts, and her program aimed to help adults improve their reading through shared narratives.
By Shohel Rana8 months ago in Poets
Roots of Love
The Seeds of Change In the bustling town of Greenhaven, where urban sprawl met patches of greenery, the Greenhaven Community Garden was a beacon of hope. Maya Patel, a 26-year-old environmental educator, arrived to lead a community gardening workshop. Her dark hair was pulled into a messy bun, and her warm brown eyes radiated enthusiasm. With a degree in ecology and a passion for sustainable living, Maya saw the garden as a classroom where people could reconnect with the earth.
By Shohel Rana8 months ago in Poets
Melodies of the Heart
The First Note In the quaint coastal town of Harmony Bay, the Harmony Music Academy was a sanctuary for those seeking solace in sound. Clara Nguyen, a 27-year-old violin instructor, arrived with a heart full of hope and a violin case worn from years of devotion. Her jet-black hair was tied in a loose braid, and her almond eyes sparkled with a quiet intensity. Teaching was her calling, a way to share the music that had carried her through life’s highs and lows.
By Shohel Rana8 months ago in Poets
Whispers of the Canvas
The Art of Beginnings In the vibrant city of Bellhaven, where cobblestone streets hummed with artists and dreamers, the Bellhaven Community Center was a haven for creativity. Elise Harper, a 28-year-old art teacher with a knack for seeing beauty in chaos, arrived to teach her first evening class. Her curly black hair was pinned back, and her overalls were splattered with paint, a badge of her passion. Her brown eyes scanned the room, hopeful yet nervous, as she prepared to teach adults who’d signed up for her “Art for the Soul” course.
By Shohel Rana8 months ago in Poets
