Twh Stories

when two people who love each other but cant be together. because their feeling wont be confessed... forever

I turned around, but there was nothing. Nothing but emptiness. "You're mine.", a voice whispered in my ears - the same voice that I heard earlier! Someone was standing behind me. I tried looking back but I couldn't, my body wasn't mine anymore. I felt like a puppet, as if that voice was holding the strings to my limbs. Whatever it was, it had a dark aura that could be easily felt at that moment. A slight cold breeze was rushing past my neck. I was helpless, and terrified. My whole life flashed in front of me. I knew it was my end and I had lost all my hopes. "Goodbye Aloy, I love you", came through my lips.

Hello! I'm starting to ride at a stable called Moo Neigh Farms and the girl that is giving the lessons owns Tennessee Walking Horses. This book will describe my riding life (mostly).

It was great experience while writing the story .

Both of them reached the cottage and Anish went to knock the door. The door opened even before knocking, allowing a lady to appear with a glow on her face which was a bit spooky, it was like she was waiting for Anish to approach the door. And before Anish could react the lady called out for us, "guys, its innocuous and cosy inside exactly as you all need". "How does she even know of us?" said Ashutosh. We were in dilemma as we were at a position which was out of sight of any person standing on that door, other side of the lake behind the rustling tree. We hardly avoided the call, in euphonious voice which was so tempting and did as Anish and Pratyusha said. "Go on, its safe here" a quavering voice came as a hand, quite heavy one, landed on Ashutosh's shoulder. On turning there was a tall and virile man. "Come on, come with me consider me as your friend, Giritra at your service" saying this he pulled Ashutosh and me by putting his both sinewy hands on our shoulders. "Come in, make yourself comfortable my husband will be bringing your friends" said the lady holding Pratyusha's hand gently. Seeing us near Ansih and Pratyusha entered the house. "Oh! How foolish of me I forgot to introduce myself, this is Urvi" the lady spoke welcoming Anish and Pratyusha and offered them a seat and called out, "Rudveda, Amey come we have guests to serve". Listening to this, two boys approached with eight glasses of water. Seeing this Prtyusha exclaimed, "where are we, how come you know we are eight?". "The rustling tree beside the lake sensed your presence and informed us of your arrival" replied the younger boy saying himself Rudveda.

Para 3

"It's a dangerous, beautiful, sight, this island is" "It's funny. The most dangerous places are always the most beautiful" In 1968, you leave your home to sail. And woke up on a unknown island with natives who don't even speak. 5 years later. A team of soldiers, stranded on the island, will make their way out of the island, and you will join. Lead by Captain James Conrad. Reader x James Conrad -All chapters are to be edited when I know the proper dialogue-

you know what it is

“Kita hidup di dunia yang tidak bisa memutar kembali waktu dan menarik apa yang sudah terjadi. Waktu... mengubah semua perasaan dan kenangan menjadi masa lalu, mengubah janji menjadi air mata dan mengubah sumpah menjadi sakit hati. Kadang orang yang dirindukan... selamanya akan menjadi kenangan. Kenangan... adalah hal yang diciptakan dari potongan demi potongan ingatan. Ingatan... sama seperti melihat bayangan.” -bokura ga ita-

You are watching Thor Ragnarok when you are hit with a wave of dizziness that knocks you unconscious. When you come to, you find you are in a hospital with Tom by your bedside saying he is your husband. When you shift between realities again and again, it leaves you stunned and deeply unsure of what is real.

Trying to figure out what that lady was upto, I stood up with a glass of water, which fell on the floor as the mirror beside me reflected something that we weren't supposed to see. Noticing this mess, the lady, like a surge of wind, moved from kitchen and stood in front of Guinevere with her one hand inside her heart.

They had a particular energy that made us feel welcome even with the littlest introductory conversation. Their words had unmatched sweetness and understanding that could delight anybody. I asked the woman who looked the most like my mother, what they were celebrating. She enthusiastically replied "We are like daughters of Audre Lorde, we always have something to celebrate. A good day, a poem, a new job, or a new love. But today my dear we are writing letters to our mothers who have done us wrong and who have done us good." The look of intrigue on my face wasn't too hard to read so she continued. "Every once in a while we write these long overwhelming letters to let it all out. To feel it all, to release it all, to feel like a person. The letters are addressed to the fire which some might feel is futile but I disagree. It's my favorite thing " she said with a mischievous smile as she directed both of her palms towards the fire pit. Her gesticulative manner was just as intriguing as the things she was saying.

Written in first person, so feel free to exchange the character's name for yours. (If you'd like) Tiffany is a small-town girl who has just entered the "big time" business. She's already had a couple jobs and is now working on set with the Avengers cast and this is something she never thought would be possible. Within her first week she's come to be close with the ones she's interacted with. And there seems to be one person in particular who loves to see her smile and hear her laugh. This is her story of how things can go from crazy to even crazier but at the same time, wonderful. (I will be adding to the story as time allows, bear with me. Comments and suggestions are appreciated!) ~~These stories are started from dreams. I do not own any rights to anyone or anything mentioned in the story, other than the actual story itself. It is an original from my own mind.~~ Mentioned in story: Barter Theatre in Abingdon, Virginia, USA. (Beautiful place and near my hometown)

World-famous actor Tom Hiddleston and distinguished journalist Y/n L/n were inseparable...well inseparable until an enormous misunderstanding destroyed any trust they both had in each other. Fast forward five years and the two still haven't spoken. Their friendship seemingly forgotten. ~ I do not own Tom Hiddleston or any other celebrities mentioned.

Tom Hiddleston Imagines *in the process of updating*

Working with J.J. Abrams on what is now my third "big" project, I never could have imagined to be here. Constant meetings, long days and nights filming, interviews, fan encounters... It's all part of it right?! I mean, who doesn't love getting to do what they love every day and to be able to touch so many lives?! That's what I do, every day. Only thing is, I never dreamed this roller coaster would be so much fun and lead me to so many new experiences and faces! When I get to work with Tom Hiddleston, how will it go? Will I continuously ask myself, "am I dreaming?!" ~created from dreams and my mind. I do not own the other characters other than the OC's. ~ |~written in first person and names can be changed to suit yourself~| [~work in progress~]

THE STORY REVOLVES AROUND 4 PURE, INTELLIGENT AND BRAVE HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS ENCOUNTERING AN ADVENTURE WITH A SOUL OF A TREE WHICH HAD COMPLETELY SACRIFICED ITSELF DUE TO THE INHUMANE BEHAVIOR WITH WHICH IT WAS TREATED AND CONFINED ITSEFL IN AN OBJECT AND HAD PLEDGED TO REVEAL THE IDENTITY ONLY TO THE ONE BRAVE ENOUGH TO FACE AND EXPLORE IT AFTER WHICH IT WOULD TEST THEM AND THEN DECIDE IF THEY ARE THE RIGHT PERSON TO WHOM THE SECRET COULD BE REVEALED.

Four friends on the way to an adventurous trip unaware about their fate in the journey . . . about to experience the unexperienced....in "The Rustling in the woods".

Sometimes life teaches us lessons at the most unprecedented times, it's just upto us how we seek it, isn't it?