Motherland Stories

This poetry won the Unity in Creativity - Deshbhakti Geet Competition at State level (Uttar Pradesh), organized by Ministry of Culture at the occasion of Azadi Ka 75th Amrit Mahotsav.

Well that's my first story , Kindly ignore my mistakes. Now come to the story , This is a story about a girl who is patriotic who wants to be independent and who wants to die for her motherland . . . Then there is a man who is arrogant , ruthless and handsome What destiny has exactly planned for them ? Join their ride of love I hope you enjoy 😉

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You died and get powers read the story Inspired by too many fanfics

family must not be by blood only but by the love ,friendship and the connection one share with one another

A short story about a girl cub that grew to be a strong well respected leader and mama lion.

Homeland... that place where we lived in our young childhood... homeland... a pure land inhabited by Atas. We had beautiful memories with them... it is our homeland.

One shot story of just around 1000 words Give it a try ---------------------- it's been an hour mamma has called,I called her back but it is not reachable. ------------------------- "Thanks a lot dear, I don't have enough money to buy this.thankyou for helping us...I have called a cab and it is not reaching here,now the call is not reachable" the mother said crying her heart out. ---------------------------- "Mom....dad....I'm home...open the door" I shouted knocking loudly on the door,but it was of no use.I ringed the door bell but no one opened. ------------------------------ "Forgive Me God...please Forgive Meeeh " Tears become non stop,my throat started paining,eyes swelled up. --------------------------------- World have changed a lot,people changed the world! ____________________________________ -Is it just a dream? Or a reality that's gonna happen? -Every action have an equal and opposite reaction💔 Cover done by me ------------------------------------------------------------ All rights reserved, no parts of this publication maybe reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photo copying, recording or any other mechanical method without the permission of author you can't copy anything. _________________________________________

《 my fantasies from long ago are the present you's daydream 》 24 year-old Manaria Serein is reincarnated as 30-something-year-old Manaria Twiloil in the world of a TV show she was once obsessed with 9 years prior. // loosely inspired by 私の推しは悪役令嬢 (I'm in Love with the Villainess) by Inori! (Crossposting on AO3!) this is a little bit of a self-insert fanfic , sorry im not very good at writing original characters cover art made by me

Snapshots into the lives of men and women who defined the Motherland known as Reconstructed Earth over the course of 300 years.

Story of a girl born in Europe who lived in New York City since she was a kid. After making a few summer visits to her motherland, she starts to question where she really belongs. She decides to move to her birth country for one year to teach English as a Second Language and, to see what's it like to live there. She chooses to move to a large, bustling city close to an ocean because she loves the water. There, she doesn't know even a single soul. Will this trip become a terrible mistake and quickly force her back to NYC? Or will it be her greatest life adventure?

So, I had an assignment for my English class, and I had to write a narritive based on a prompt for a scholarship. I picked the Washington Society of Mayflower Descendants scholarship, and I had to write a letter in the perspective of a peasent on the Mayflower. And I picked a young lady that was actually on the Mayflower named Martha Billington. There was supposd to be 5 historical accuracies and I got all 5 added in. Let me know if you want me to share the other letters in the series of them that I wrote, I'm only sharing the first one.

The wind rustled the leaves and the morning sunlight peeked through the jharokha of his room. The ten years old Suryabhaan sat looking at the sky, wondering if he would any day, accompany his Nanosa and the King Veeramdev for a war. What a pleasure it would be! Fighting for his motherland! 10 years more and he would be standing there as the commander in chief of Ardhya's army. He had promised himself. Little did he know fate had other plans for him.

the nation of poetry

When we lose someone it's hard to believe . This is one of those millions stories in which someone lose their beloved.

A poem about the miseries of our mother land. A poem which asks you a very simple question that after 7 decades of freedom is our India really free? The question that awakens the freedom of Our India.