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She eagerly turned the page, just as the weather unexpectedly shifted. The Flicker Between Frames had been a cinematic collection of stories shaped by atmosphere, emotion, romance, mystery, humor, and the strange beauty of unexpected moments, and at its heart, Black American women whose lives, personalities, dreams, fears, and choices had made every story distinct. Alongside them had appeared Asian male leads whose personalities and worlds had been just as varied. Some stories had felt warm and playful. Others had carried suspense, unease, tenderness, or dreamlike wonder. None had remained trapped inside one genre or one emotional rhythm. Every story had possessed its own atmosphere, its own pulse, and its own way of seeing the world. Music, weather, food, places, silence, glances, and fleeting gestures had become part of the storytelling, creating scenes that felt less like pages and more like moments captured on film. The collection had been about what happened between the obvious moments: the pause before an answer, the feeling left behind after someone walked away, the instant when a familiar place suddenly felt different, and the possibility that one small change could alter everything. The page had turned. The light had shifted. The frame had flickered. And the story had begun.

What would you do when you realise that it was your last day on earth? Would you tell your loved ones? Would you do everything in your bucketlist? Would you suck the whole day and wait for death to take you? Would spent your last day telling your loved ones how much you love them? Or would you decide to take your life before your time? Most impressive rankings: #11 in lastwishes. #8 in lastday #4 in 1000words #97 in anthology #98 in wattpadcontest #46 in entry #133 in goodbye #722 in contest

of love and decay, because our hearts are wired to love and rot - highest rankings #2 in sadpoem #3 in free verse #4 poesia #1 in melancholia #5 in darkpoetry #10 in prose #19 in anthology

What happens when a 25 year old, adventurous man finds himself lost....in the lost city of atlantis?

My phrophetic dreams and what the mean to me given to me by the universe and what you can take from them hopefully them same as me that you will learn to except eachother as is and try not harm eachother. This has been endowed to me from my birth mom and her family the Mustafa or the chose in ones in Arabic. I become pprophetic at age 30. If you are judge mental or deeply religious Then I suggest you find another book. If your white supremist then you can damn well read this.

a poetry anthology of the thoughts, the feelings and the life within us, tangled around our bones.

When Doctor Dorothy Sinclair, co-director of acquisitions for a New York museum, boarded a train from Calgary, she expected to be home to Findlay, Ohio for Christmas. With her beau in Findlay, waiting to propose, Dr. Sinclair is confronted with a strange proposition from her co-director and colleague - leave the museum, leave Findlay behind, and join him in solving the mystery behind a long lost Faberge Egg. With three paths ahead of her, Dorothy Sinclair must decide which to follow before the train reaches her stop.

A short collection of literary flash fictions. Poetic and queer. Capturing moments of drinking tea, dancing, writing, walking away from hate, or watching the sun come out. Make some tea, take a breath, and enjoy!

Black Atlas is a speculative fiction anthology that reimagines pivotal moments in Black history through a blend of real events and bold fictional twists. From slavery-era time travel to present-day reckonings, each story explores a different "what if" - rewriting the past, reclaiming the present, and reshaping the future. What if you could stop a tragedy? What if one conversation changed everything? What if history wasn't finished? These are not just stories - they are alternate routes, speculative rebellions, and echoes of lives that might have been.

What would you do when you espy an old woman stalking you? What happens when a random stranger,actually a handsome stranger, comes and hugs you in the middle of the street. And the royal workers entitle you as their Queen. All these are the consequences of last summer. And to make it even more messier You Don't Know What You Did Last Summer.