Twh Stories

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.

I started analyzing how strange and puzzling the place looked, how it had just changed everything in a night. I should have trusted them. I shouldn't have dragged them here, it was all my fault. If only I had not followed my foolish mind, we could have been together all this while.

Beginnings are hard, but pranks help break the ice.

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".

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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.

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

The prophets are low on territory after the arrest of Kalil, a key individual in the upbringing of the prophets Notorious status, a new click by the name of the envos have rolled through the ghetto, what is yet to come yo?

It was great experience while writing the story .

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.

Madeleine Stevens was going on a family boating trip with her parents until they ended up on Skull Island. Home of King Kong, the Iwis, Hank Marlow and the deadly Skull Crawlers. I do not own any of the characters only Madeleine and her story. #1 in samuelljackson on September 4th, 2021 #3 in masonweaver on February 22, 2022 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍: 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝟷𝟻 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟷 𝙴𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍: ???

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).

Caris is debuting her music for the very first time on Saturday Night Live. She's been waiting to share the songs inspired by the crippling heart break she felt after paparazzi photos circulated of the love of her life kissing her best friend. She is surprised to find Tom standing front and center when the curtains open. He needs to set the record straight.

Nothing was as bad as I made it to be in my mind. As time passed, I started to accept my situation and started working on my thoughts. I never got so much time with myself. I realized that I was always running from one place to another and I never worked on the way I feel about things. I started to learn from my mistakes I made in the past. But the progress didn't mean I liked everything I was going through.

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

Para 3

As with all my works, I do not own Tom in any way, form, or fashion. The original characters are mine as well as the storyline. Song: The Night We Met by Lord Huron

A Fearsome experience of the longest night of my life.