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🌧️ In the hushed corridors of a 90s hostel and the lingering fragrance of wet earth, two strangers found themselves under the quiet spell of rain. She was a girl of few words and watchful eyes. He was a boy who carried laughter even in his silences. Between shared samosas, cups of chai, and the rhythm of monsoon afternoons, Sharmila and Meghshyam slowly discovered that the simplest meetings often leave the deepest echoes. She thought he was strange. He thought she owed him a few more rainy afternoons. And somewhere between the falling raindrops... the rain believed it had begun a love story. ☺️ A short, completed Indian love story.

You tell yourself he's perfect for you. Warm smile, gentle hands, a love that feels like sunlight. But something in the way he looks at you lingers too long. Something in his touch holds too tight. This is the moment the picture cracks - and you finally see what's been hiding beneath the warmth.

මසා නිම කල හදවතක් වෙනුවෙන් වෙන්දේසියක් තිබේ..! බිත්ති හතරක අදුර මැද්දෙම ලංසු තියෙනා හදවතක් මසා නිම කල තැන්වලින් ලේ වැස්සෙන හදවතක් ලංසුවෙන් පැරදුණු තවත් මසා නිම කල හදවතක් දැක දැකත් අවධි වුණ වේදනාබර හඩක්... නූලෙන් නූල මසා නිම කලත් තවම එහි ඇත ගැහෙනා ප්‍රාණයක් නොදන්නවා ඇති ලංසු කාරයො එහිත් තිබුණා ආලයක්.............................

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journal // poetry freeing myself of sadness one word at a time. *** language : english status : ongoing 3 of 12, 2026

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A moment by the seaside. You gaze across the ocean, lose yourself in its vastness.. and imagine what might be living beyond the horizon.

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1-2-minute reads focused on the problems, hopes, and circumstances of life. More every day

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The distant orbital of our solar system holds great secrets, ones that were never meant to be known by our feeble kind. For along the peaks of Pluto is written our history, our great deeds, and our inevitable end. This is a short story written as a love letter to Lovecraft's incredible writings, hopefully serving as a starting point for my journey as an amateur writer.

Honestly, there are no definitive characters. Just my thoughts and feelings.

Ram, Dulal, and Ajit were best friends from Keshabpur, Burdwan. After graduation, jobs were nowhere to be found, and their fathers' scoldings were getting louder by the day. One afternoon, after an epic lecture on "useless boys," they decided: "We'll leave home and come back only when we're rich!" Fast forward a week, hunger pangs hit, and reality slapped them harder than a monsoon storm. No money, no food, no shelter. Desperate, they picked the "perfect" solution: burglary. Sneaking into a rich man's house at night, they found a shiny bike and sacks of rice. Ram whispered, "Jackpot!" Ajit squinted. "Great, but... it's dark. We don't have a torch." Dulal, ever the genius, said, "No worries! There's a light switch. We turn it on, grab stuff, and switch it off." Famous last words. Dulal, in his excitement, hit the doorbell instead. Instantly, lights flashed, dogs barked, alarms rang, and the trio froze mid-sneeze. Ram tripped over the bike, Ajit fell into a rice sack, and Dulal tried to run... straight into the garden fountain. Within minutes, the police arrived, soaking wet Ram, rice-covered Ajit, and dripping Dulal in tow. Their parents rushed in, ready for a lecture-but burst into laughter at the sight of their "master thieves." The rich man, wiping tears from his eyes, said, "You three are too funny to be criminals. Come work in my warehouse instead!" Ram, Dulal, and Ajit happily agreed-finally food, shelter, and a job... plus an unforgettable story to tell everyone in Keshabpur. Moral: Sometimes, crime doesn't pay-but comedy does.

When Aakash accidentally messages the wrong number, Prakriti has him enthralled with her sarcastic and amusing texts. book 1 of the 'as sweet as sugar' series UPDATES: ERRATIC

Poems that have been quietly collecting dust in my notebook for a long time now...

A collection of poetry by yours truly. 🩷 Poetry that I've written over the years. © All rights reserved.

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One moment, their eyes witness death of their partner. Another, they have a text from her coming over in 47 minutes. Through Time and Space, the truth begins. A story from a group of scientists resorting to an unnerving curiousity. Too deep to never regret, too shallow to somehow relate, each character must surrender their inner desires as well as histories to get this much closer to the truth. Through mystery, romance, history, and trust, to Exist in the Morning is to find what happened over night. Egredere Mane welcomes you.

if Kagaya was in debt with Muzan modern Au (this story maybe be short not sure if I could make something like this long chapters)

The Mayhem is here, and there here to cause it! There rank are made up Spinister (the leader), Skytread, Needlenose and the Battle chargers Runamuck and Runabout. But these villains will have to go againest Warpaths team. Who will win, and will Spinister and Warpath have their reunion?