Writetogether Stories

In this story we have two persons with a hidden identity whom only a few people know. They are lovers for the world but only they know the truth. Continue reading to find out the truth who they are and do they really love each other???????

"𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬, 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧..."

Lyra, 17 year old teen girl . Lived near the countryside of a big city New york . She lived near the famous museum of NY - The Metropolitan Museum of Arts , 5th Avenue. She lived with her mother and father , both were curator in that Museum . After school ,she sometimes used to visit the museum and roam around seeing various galleries and vintage stuffs there. Suddenly one day, when she was taking a stroll in the Museum, seeing big paintings hanging on the wall, she accidently wobbled and to prevent herself from falling, she placed her hand on a big painting of an ancient door ,which covered the full wall. That door opened from inside the painting . She was awestruck and afraid at the same time . She wanted to explore the world past that door . Read the full story to find what was behind that door and join her in her exciting , dangerous, thrilling adventures .

How could her Father expect her to find joy in a world full of turmoil, and chaos?

Welp, I guess I'm gonna tell you how I feel about this whole pandemic, but I'm going to do it in the eyes of what many elderly people might be feeling right now.

So the challenge was to tell how i feel about this all and how i am doing and just to share so we can all understand our feelings so I hope you like it it's just for a challenge that i wanted to do but I really hope you like it . Enjoy!

On a journey down the east coast of the United States to transport some orphaned baby opossums, blatant ignorance and aggressive prejudice is displayed.

Morning or Night , Its always closed..

"And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should" --Max Ehrman

Unexpected things often happen in life, it's highly uncertain as you all might know.. but what happens when the unexpected becomes your worst nightmare coming to life? Let's find out.

A short story about a day in my life of social distancing.

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Post-corona social system During flood or any other emergency situation the condition of the poor becomes the most terrible. The corona situation is also not an exception. It is the duty of man to assist those helpless people. Poverty is man-made. Unequal distribution of wealth results in poverty otherwise with the resources that there is in our earth no one is expected to die for lack of food. One class of people waste so the other class of people remain deprived. 5000 years ago, coins where brought into use in China. Since then, out of greed for wealth one class started torturing the others. As a consequence, two different classes were created, the rich and the poor. The poor sacrifice all of their opportunities for every kind of convenience of the rich but the rich do not care for the poor. If we want to defeat corona completely then those helpless people must have to be assisted.

#writetogether Includes short stories featuring Lil' Witches, drawings, comics, poems etcetera! Entries for contests and challenges will also be posted here. Hope you enjoy reading this while Lil' Witches is temporarily paused! -Author, Chickenomigosh ♡

this is a short story describing my feelings when I decided to write in watt pad

Feelings that are hard to explain or hold in within the hearts takes the shape of objects and these objects are telling the story of the alive.

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A different kind of love story First meeting Mr P : Will you marry me? Miss M : No. Mr P : Do you love me? Miss M : No. Mr P : What's your name? I haven't known it yet. Will you tell me your name? Miss M : Crazy boy. Second meeting Mr P : Do you have a boyfriend? Miss M : Yes. Mr P : Do you have only one boyfriend? Miss M : Yes. Mr P : What do you think, only one boyfriend is sufficient to love you? Miss M : Yes. Even if it's not sufficient I don't need any help of yours. Third meeting Mr P : Do you know I like adventure very much? Miss M : How should I know? What kind of adventure do you like? Mr P : Mountaineering, bungee jumping et cetera. Miss M : Good. By telling me all this you are having a feel of adventure. I can understand. Mr P : Yes. I like adventure very much. Miss M : Sorry, but I don't like at all. Both of our types are different. There is no similarity. Mr P : (In his mind) ( I don't know how much shall I have to toil for this girl.) Fourth meeting Mr P : Do you know actually what kind of girl I like? Miss M : No I don't. Tell me. Mr P : Look at yourself in the mirror. You will understand. I like girls exactly like you. Miss M : In the mirror only the body can be seen. Nothing else. What kind of girls do you like? Can you tell me that? Is the body everything?