Story cover for SCARS FROM THE CITY by emmanuelcheret
SCARS FROM THE CITY
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W trakcie, Pierwotnie opublikowano paź 14, 2021
Finding love in the city has become an uphill task especially in recent times.  Most people if not all can attest to these wounding words for falling victims from matters of the heart. 

More people are impairing than those with colourful genuine smiles plastered on their faces by the art of love. This is especially by the city dwellers where love is all but a game of survival and the affluent are the lucky ones to get a grasp of affection full of feigned perfection. While the impoverished are left to tell tales of days of yore that will never find their way back. 

SCARS FROM THE CITY focuses on plots of love gone wrong and its rampaging implications on the affected party. This collection is a voice to the voiceless and offers comfort through words that you are not alone even when you are lonely.
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FALL NOT (COMPLETED NOVEL)

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SYNOPSIS. Four different souls, different past and different wounds but entangled in the same string of life. Will they either choose to lose the grip and fall or choose to hold onto it. She is but a fragile glass who goes through lots of slow-cracking vague touches in her life, as she attempts to escape from the vulnerability she's chained in, she's slowly falling into pieces. He adores mending things yet fails to see in himself a bruised life. Fell into a comfortable sense of existence but with the absence of desired happiness. She wrote everything down, from her spine to her heart's pumped blood. The flowery words pulled her deeply to drowning confusion and was imprisoned inside a flickering hope. He kept everything in one suffocated space, suppressed and bound together. He has walked over denied emotions, heavier than clouds formed on top of a four-cornered shelter he filled with bitterness. Life on earth is confusing, as if you were cornered with the mirror of your past that triggers you to reminisce your unhealed scars It pushes you to reckless decisions assuming it holds a piece of a puzzled future and unable to perceive the goodness of the present time