༺Wҽʅƈσɱҽ ƚσ Aɱσɾ ||•A Gɾαρԋιƈʂ Sԋσρ•||༻ 𝕳ᥱrᥱ ᥡ᥆ᥙ ᥕіᥣᥣ gᥱ𝗍 ᥲᥣᥣ 𝗍ᥡ⍴ᥱs ᥆𝖿 grᥲ⍴һіᥴ ᥆ᥒ ᥆rძᥱr. ♥️𝕺rძᥱr ᥆𝖿 ᥲᥣᥣ 𝖿ᥲᥒძ᥆ms ᥲrᥱ ᥲᥴᥴᥱ⍴𝗍ᥱძ.♥️ 𝐍ⱺ𝗍𝖾: αᥣᥣ 𝗀𝗋αρɦ𝗂𝖼𝗌 α𐓣ᑯ 𝖼ⱺ𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗂𐓣 𝗍ɦ𝗂𝗌 ᑲⱺⱺ𝗄 α𝗋𝖾 ꭑαᑯ𝖾 ᑲ𝗒 ꭑ𝖾. 𝐍ⱺ ⱺ𐓣𝖾 ɦα𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀ɦ𝗍 𝗍ⱺ 𝖼ᥣα𝗂ꭑ ꭑ𝗒 ωⱺ𝗋𝗄 α𝗌 𝗍ɦ𝖾𝗂𝗋. (Some resources for graphic are taken from Pinterest) Status- Closed

"The Bells" is a heavily onomatopoeic poem by Edgar Allan Poe which was not published until after his death in 1849. It is perhaps best known for the diacopic use of the word "bells." The poem has four parts to it; each part becomes darker and darker as the poem progresses from "the jingling and the tinkling" of the bells in part 1 to the "moaning and the groaning" of the bells in part 4. Cover by: @CaffeinatedKiwi

Short stories and poems

These are just a collection of poems by one of the most popular and critically respected American poets of the twentieth century, Robert Lee Frost. (March 26, 1874 - January 29 1963) All rights belong to Robert Frost.

Completed on May 29, 2020. ~ "Ap...." (You....) Muntaha couldn't utter anything else as Faris 'shh'ed her. He grabbed her by her shoulders and turned her around. Their eyes met in the mirror and they stood staring into each others eyes for what felt like eternity. Muntaha couldn't handle the heat of his gaze anymore and looked down shyly making Faris chuckle. He moved all her hair to one shoulder and tied the tassel at the back. He then saw the golden neclace lying on the table. He had noticed she never took it off, last night she was wearing this necklace even though she had taken off every other jewellery and makeup which made him hide a smile. He picked up the necklace from the table and tied it around her neck. She, who was continuously looking down with her chin touching her chest, looked up when she felt something cold touching her neck. Her eyes again met his and this time she didn't look down. Actually, she couldn't look down as his grey orbs held her green ones captive. Faris then took something out from his pocket and handed it to Muntaha. She looked at her hand in confusion and realised he put some money in her hand. She questioningly looked back at him who kissed her temple and said, "Apna sadqa de dena." (Give your sadqa.) Crimson tinted her cheeks as he left the room leaving his wife in a whirlwind of emotions. The air around her giggled at the mess of a girl who stared at her husband's back with haya surrounding her. ~ This is a story about an 18-year-old girl Muntaha Saleem trying to follow her dreams. She's managing her grades as a scholarship student of a prestigious medical college. She's a know-it-all with a shy but sweet personality. Throw in Faris bin Zayyad Khan, the male version of beauty with brains. He's handsome, he's smart and he knows that. What happens when the both- the alpha male and the not-so-confident wallflower- are tied together in a knot by fate? This is my first story. Give it a try! :)

"How did you ever become a successful billionaire, I'll never understand." Alex Bianchi smirked. "It's mostly my good looks and sex appeal. And of course the ability to make people fall in love with me." ~~ Hacked Hearts ~~ Let me welcome you to a story with a twist. The secrets we hide could open a door that might not be closed. This is the story of an arrogant Billionaire and a girl whose mouth has no filter. When a billion dollar company is hacked, Alex Bianchi wants to arrest the person behind it. But as secrets are revealed and the past starts to haunt, maybe catching the hacker isn't that important. Maybe saving your heart from falling in love is more important. Say Hi to Alex and Myra, your soon to be best friends. ------ "Do you have a boyfriend?" My eyes widened at the personal question, "Didn't your file have this information?" He shrugged, "I skipped that page." "Why?" I breathed out as he took another step closer, standing so close that I could see his eyelashes under the dim light. "I need you to answer this." he replied, looking into my eyes. I felt my breath hitch, as I felt his eyes leave mine and travel below, stopping at my lips. Unconsciously I licked my lips, his lips darkened and his face came closer, or was it mine that went closer to his? I didn't care. One more breath and I would feel his lips on mine. --- I hope you like this story! Don't forget to Vomment - Vote & Comment.

A list of words that would help you to polish your writing. *** DISCLAIMER: All word lists and vocab came from different websites. Therefore, they are not mine.

The Tragedy of Julius Caesar (First Folio title: The Tragedie of Iulius Cæsar) is a history play and tragedy by William Shakespeare, believed to have been written in 1599. It is one of several plays written by Shakespeare based on true events from Roman history, which also include Coriolanus and Antony and Cleopatra. Although the play is named Julius Caesar, Brutus speaks more than four times as many lines as the title character; and the central psychological drama of the play focuses on Brutus' struggle between the conflicting demands of honour, patriotism, and friendship. Cover by the wonderful @SaadSohail_.

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Sense and Sensibility is set in southwest England between 1792 and 1797, and portrays the life and loves of the Dashwood sisters, Elinor and Marianne. The novel follows the young ladies to their new home, a meagre cottage on a distant relative's property, where they experience love, romance and heartbreak.