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When she meets Crybaby for the first time

This story describes the afterlife, where Crybaby, an ethereal being with fairy-like powers, meets Angel, who has mushroom-like features. Angel runs away from Crybaby, but Crybaby follows, hoping to understand the reason for Angel's sudden departure. As they journey through the labyrinthine tunnels of the Afterlife, their bond grows stronger.

Is love limited to those who are the opposite gender and the same age? What the word "love" is actually used for in society. Is it a biological reaction, a chemical bond, or a physical need? Can age, gender, ethnicity, existence, time, and space be excluded? I don't know what love is, and I don't have any answers, but this story is my first love. Do I call it love? or a premortal connection?

We are living in a world affected by climate change. It affects everything, including the trees around us. The Mango Leaf explores the birth and death of a feeble mango leaf. The leaf's story is not a short one since it sees the passage of time and changes around the tree over a long period of time. The leaf knows its history and wakes up to a harsh reality that it is not expecting.

To save the African womb from sexual immorality and abuse

your mum sells you for more crack and your new owner is quite surprising! find out what will happen when you venture into unknown territory.

Follow a young Christian's journey to redeeming and recovery his wife from being lost forever. Mind you, it is not your regular Hosea-Gomer story. Matthew is willing to accept Cecily with open arms even if it means faking his identity to win her over but will she COME BACK?. He paid for her services so she doesn't see anyone but him alone. Maybe he is one of those men that want a woman to be completely committed to them but do not want to get married. Well, she has no need of committments and she plans to enjoy not attending to other men till Vladimir tires of her. She left Matthew but she won't marry this Russian. This was her destiny and she will not COME BACK.

The night closes in, darkness awaits me...but there is light somewhere i believe, waiting with its radiance to make me shine forever and after...i hope, i will endure, i wish i will live.

This is an acrostic poem, its genre is what I like to term as Philosophical Science and in this case relates to the origin of the universe and the big bang as if it were the conception and birth of a child.

We all have to do things in life we don't like. This becomes harder when what you don't like doing is something you're really good at. Also demons who want to eat you from the inside out make life difficult.

I wrote this poem to remind myself of the power that my period possess. I used to really dread this time of the month; dealing with cramps, mood swings, negative self talk, etc, until I began to listen to my body a lot more during this time. Listening to it but also being mindful of the hormone induced thoughts that surface in the beginning of my 5 day cycle. Just like the moon experiences it's own cycle before it is full again, so do I. My cycle represents a period of in my life that gives me room to acknowledge what lies in my subconscious good and/or bad, and allows me to transition into a new phase with a sense of freshness.

Crybaby dies. And gets reborn. And. So does y/n..

THREE pregnant women residing in the same neighborhood loved reading, they easily got hooked by novels' first chapter. In one serene and quiet ghost night, first woman's husband spotted blood all over the couch. His wife's novel was torn. That night was very cold, never had he witnessed such oddity like this. He only found his wife's socks-colored with blood. The following month, the second and third woman disappeared. Again, their husbands reported the missing in the midnight. No witness nor evidence. Five months later as the case became more intense, Hamini spent a lunch with her best friend's-the second victim-sister and got a new novel from her. On a rainy night, when the light went out, she got startled when opened the third page. A picture of cemetery, an opened grave, situated on rocky land are facing her. Little did she know that was a calling. The sound of the villain's victims-THEY ARE CALLING OUT HER.