Fantasy
Love Story
Once upon a time, there was a young woman named Arpita who worked as a nurse in a bustling city. Arpita had a successful career in the medical field, a supportive group of friends, and a fulfilling life, but she longed for a true partner to share it all with. After several years of focusing on her career, Arpita was introduced to a man named Anjon through a mutual friend. Anjon worked as a government staff, and they quickly hit it off. Despite their different religious backgrounds, Anjon and Arpita continued to date and build their relationship. They supported each other through their respective careers, and they learned to navigate the challenges of their religious differences. As they got to know each other better,
By Anjon Barua2 years ago in Chapters
L'Unico :Chapter one. Content Warning.
It was a rainy night and everybody was asleep, our hero Jade was asleeping not very relaxed and anxious, he recently got a successful job interview so he couldn't sleep he was overthinkning about this new job that he was about to start after few days, how he's going to start and how he's going to be integrated in hisnew environment. He was in avery stressful state when suddenly he felt like something hit him in his brain from the behind ( the parental lobe) it was a horrible electrical shoke that came out of nowhere and passed through his brain to his nervous system violently.
By el hariti adil2 years ago in Chapters
Descent Part Five. Content Warning.
Always just ahead of me, always just passing around another bend in the tunnel, I could see a red Saint Martha’s blazer. Even though I urged Mary to hurry, which seemed to amuse her, we never caught up with the flash of red just ahead of us.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Chapters
Love of birds and people
"The Captive Life of a Free Bird"—just the title itself stirs up imagery of contradiction, confinement, and the loss of what should be boundless freedom. It evokes the idea of something inherently wild and unrestrained forced into constraints, where freedom is merely a memory or an echo within captivity. Let's explore this concept in a short prose piece:
By fahmida akter fahima2 years ago in Chapters
