The Marionette's Song

Enrich your day-to-day vocabulary and attain the wisdom of many generations. Each memorable phrase, adage and proverb will pass the torch of confirmed and invaluable knowledge with respect to the behaviors of people, perseverance, the passage of time and the importance of the self. ~~~ Always unfinished. Updated regularly. ~~~

So yes-another royal novel on Wattpad. But not that kind. The male lead is a king, but there's no mafia nonsense here. He's not going to shoot every man who looks at his wife. He understands that a woman can have male friends, that a handshake isn't a threat, and that not every man who speaks to the female lead is evil. Mostly because he knows something very important. She doesn't need saving. She is more than capable of breaking bones if someone touches her inappropriately, poking eyes if someone looks at her the wrong way, and knocking out teeth if someone dares to disrespect her. The female lead is not your typical Sati-Savitri, Sarvagun-Sampann heroine. Okay-she is. But she's also a bad bitch. A modern woman with ambition, power, and dreams bigger than palaces. The characters in this story are kaleshi, not toxic. And yes-there is a difference. There may not be clear villains here. And even if there are, remember this: Every villain is a victim of something too. This is a story of royalty without glorifying control. Power without erasing softness. An arranged marriage that turns into love-slowly, painfully, beautifully. Desi. Royal. Emotional. And unapologetically different. --- 🏷 TROPES [ ] Royal King × Royal Princess [ ] CEO King × CEO / Secret Author [ ] Arranged Marriage [ ] Love After Marriage [ ] Slow Burn [ ] Secret Crush [ ] Feelings Confusion [ ] Kaleshi ML × Sassy FL [ ] Sister's inspiration x admire's brother [ ] Rival Brother × Rival Sister [ ] Family Drama & Politics [ ] Desi × Desi ........ STARTING DATE: 2026-03-02 ENDING DATE: !!!

Exploring what stories are hidden inside the wrappers with a simple metaphor "Life is a box of chocolates"―while still searching for my socks This collection is not strictly autobiographical. The poems explore emotions, identities, and perspectives: some lived, some imagined, some observed. Book cover: A photo clicked by me with a sprinkle of editing using Canva If you think this description is a 96.8% copy paste from my previous book..... YES IT IS. (⛩⏢⛩) If it ain't broke, don't fix it.

هذه القصة وليدة خيالٍ جامح ، تنسج حروفها على نول الوهم والاحتمال فإن تماهت شخصياتها أو تداخلت أحداثها مع شيءٍ من واقعكم فاعلموا أن ذلك لم يكن محض مصادفة...بل مقصودًا ؛ ذبحني مرخي الرمش الخجول الناعس النجدي ‏هواني وإن هويته ما قويت الموت من دونه.. ‏لا منه رمى رمشه ولا مس خده الوردي ‏تضيع الشمس . . وأنوار المكان بنظرة عيونه

- روايه تجمع الثغرات بداخل الجميع وايضاً البساطه الحنونه ، فيها المريض والحزين والكسير والمنجرح والمنهزم والمدمن والطموح والغير مختار مساره بعد ولكن موج الروايه ستجعل تلك السنين التي سيعيشها بهذه الروايه تختلف تماماً عن سنين عمره الماضيه ، بطلة روايتي { نجود } تعيش بـ احد الديار القريبه من نجد تحت محاولاتها لـ اكمال دراستها وعندما تُتاح لها الفرصه تنفتح امامها كل مشاكل الارض وبعد تخطيها تجد عذاب دنياها بـ انتظارها ولكنها تجهله حتى يصبح لهيب ناره يحرق جوفها ، بينما بطلي { جابر } يعيش بـ اراضي نجران بين المخدرات والحياه الكسيفه وتسمى حياته بـ لاحياة لمن تنادي فـ السموم سممت دواخله ليس حُب بها يلتهمها انما عنادً بـ الجميع وايضاً يعشق عندما تفصله عن واقعه وتجعله انسان بغير ضمير واحساس لكي لايعذبه ضميره على افعال لم يكن له ذنبً بها ولكن تلك السموم كانت سببً بها يُعاتب ذاته على اخطاء لم يقترفها ولازال يحاسب ذاته عليها عندما يخرج من سجن ويدخل للأخر. - هذا تفصيل صغير عن ابطالي ولكن البقيه اريد ان تتعرفو عليهم وتستمتعون بقصصهم المختلفه ولـ عوالمهم الغير متشابهه بقلمي الذي ينزف على الصفحات ليخرج من دمائه اساطير لن يتخطاهم الزمان ولا ذاكرات القراء. - [ الكاتبه مها🕯️❣️ ]

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It is with great excitement and delight that we welcome you back to Versification 2026! With new ideas, structure and challenges, we are excited to see what this year holds!! Versification is a contest where we challenge the poet to write a new entry for every day of April. Additionally, it challenges poets to write in some of the unique forms of poetry in our daily challenges.

These are truths I was never taught to speak. Here lie the words I swallowed, the pain I buried, and the questions they told me not to ask. For the unheard. For the unseen. For the ones who feel too much in a world that tells them to feel less. I write for you. I write for me.

Write poetry or do not, there is no try

لو دريت بحضني ما تدفّيت چان شعلتلك روحي وبيها إدفيك! ...... عراقية مثلية 18+