#fiction

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  • nocturnal_enigma 1d

    * 26.9.2021; 4.21 P.M (Malaysia)

    #ficletterc #fiction #letter #character @writersbay
    * Write letter to favourite fictional character. My #crush #AHBA like #PinkPanther too. His pseudonym is Pink Pen-ther. (He's not here though.)

    * Pan = A person's face

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    My letter to Pink Panther ~

    Dear, Pink Panther.
    This is a fan letter.
    Please read it later.
    Soon, it will be winter.

    Hope you're in the pink...
    of health. What do U think...
    about? Let's skate on ice-rink!
    Can U hear? The ices clink!

    You have a pleasant pan.
    Can you please spend...
    time with my crush, pen-
    pal? May U live long span.

    © Nuruliffa Emirah
    @ nocturnal_enigma

  • lovenotes_from_carolyn 2d

    A work of fiction (with a bit of my corny humor there at the end), for the personification challenge. ����

    GRAVEYARD OF MEMORIES
    by lovenotes_from_carolyn
    There's a graveyard of memories
    Lurking in my mind
    And it won't leave me alone
    It won't leave the past behind

    It whispers all my what-ifs
    As it fills me with regret
    While purloining all my peace
    Because it won't let me forget

    It haunts me with the visions
    Of the life I could be living
    I've begged for it to stop
    But it's cruel and unforgiving

    Like a ghostly apparition
    Ever present in my head
    It shouts the shoulda, coulda, woulda's
    Every night when I'm in bed

    Though tormented and tortured
    I cannot help but smile
    For none of this will matter
    When old age makes me senile.
    ©lovenotes_from_carolyn 9/25/2021

    #personification #writersnetwork #miraquill #wod #fiction #humor

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  • darkmoon696 4d

    In the coming few days, I'll be posting one of my short stories, that I have also published on Amazon Kindle, in various segments. This is Part-1 and I hope you'll stay in touch with the piece as we go through the gripping and evocative challenges that the characters experience.
    And yeah, don't forget to comment below any kind of suggestions to the story as we go and I'll surely consider them and make the appropriate changes in the story.✌️
    @writersnetwork @miraquill @mirakeeworld

    #shortstory #part1 #horror #fiction #drama #action #thriller #love #death #heartfelt

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    A Short Story- Part 1

    ‘Good Morning Students’, I said as I walk into the class with a brown leather suitcase held in my hand. After having an incredible brainstorming session for about an hour, I finally give the students a break. I, then, walk back to my cabin and start packing my bags. As I am doing so, my colleagues surprise me with a cake and congratulate me. The celebration lasted for two hours, after which, I drive home in my Chevrolet Cruze. And that is how I celebrated my last day at the college as a chemistry professor.

    For the first time in my life, I have plenty of time and I don't have anything planned. I knew retirement would be monotonous but for the first few days, everything started seeming like a temporary change in my life and I thought to myself that I will eventually start teaching again. I felt that way since I am afraid to accept the reality, that is, my retirement.

    ©darkmoon696

  • uttkarsh_15 5d

    When our verses will unite ,
    Our universe will grow into a multiverse letting us live together .
    ©uttkarsh_15

  • jichawrites 1w

    Bubble Popped

    You should not ruin someone's fantasy
    Maybe its the only thing that keeps them motivated; tthat keeps them away from negativity and toxicity that is bought by this world's reality.
    For you its lame and nonsense but maybe for them jts something special that they hold unto it.

    Don't ruin someone's fantasy
    it's like telling a 3 year old kid that Santa isn't real.

    ©jichawrites

  • ms_lonely 1w

    And she said: "I suffered more because I am emotional,compassionate and empathetic and I expected the same from the world too.How Naive of Me".*Sigh*

    ©ms_lonely

  • ms_lonely 1w

    And she said: "you know broken people don't help you heal instead they rub salt on your wounds and make sure it hurts for the longest time.So heal yourself alone."


    ©ms_lonely

  • rumaysah 1w

    Happiness can't be bought

    Can you force happiness?

    Happiness is natural but, what if it doesn't suffice? When it doesn't want to be felt.

    At 24, you'd say "you are just starting your life."

    So, then, why do I feel old, worn out and tired?

    Inspite earning great in dollars, why can't I feel the joy of living?

    Why does it feel like I am drowning in some unreal ocean?

    Why do I feel sick? Why do I feel awkward and bereaved?

    With a Master's degree and one other; with 3 novels down the drain, where does the emptiness come from?

    In all, when will all the troubles cease?

    When will the pains stop?

    When will peace reign over anguish?

    Now, you don't want to come with the "you are just 24, you have a long way to go" phrase.

    This path that I have walked, and crawled, ran, for the past 24 years, I am tired.

    And dying. Of abdominal cancer.

    I ask again, when will all the troubles cease? When will we laugh with the whole of our mouth?

    Most certainly, never!
    ©rumaysah

  • the_amorist 1w

    THE HARROWING ADVENTURES OF BARRY

    His Pupils dilate
    As his eyes fixate
    On the woman named Ellie
    His hips gyrate as he
    Begins to aniticipate
    Having his way with her already
    "Too soon" he mutters to himself
    In the bushes where he waits
    Weilding a harpoon
    Sauntering over with the greatest of composure
    As he knew from the minute
    He laid his eyes on her
    She was already a goner
    Habitually emphatic
    Young women usually were
    Always proving easy prey to his manoeuvre
    He walks up to her beside the parked range rover
    "Excuse me, can I use your phone?
    I was returning from a trip
    When my car broke down
    I'd use mine but I lost it
    Out of my pockets did it slip"
    Wary at first, till her affinity to aid those in need burst
    "sure, why don't you come on in"
    Unbeknownst to her
    Her life was in for a spin
    After exchange pleasantries
    Bantering of music from the seventies
    She comes to find his name is Barry
    'Twas the night of the blood moon
    And in the few moments
    It still set alight(satellite)
    The world with its light
    There he walked into her abode
    Licking his lips
    Primed and ready to be her eclipse
    Casting a shadow of impending doom
    Behind her as she walks to her room
    The lights start to flicker
    As a chilling feeling courses through her circuit
    Running up her spine
    As she turns around to find him
    Sniffing her hair,
    Savouring the moment
    The way a profound connoiseur
    Would to wine
    ©the_amorist

  • muneeb_gulzar 1w

    Whenever I write About you,
    My pen Everytimes makes you mine.
    ©muneeb_gulzar

  • the_amorist 1w

    THE APPARITION

    Cuts exhilarate
    Thoughts accelerate
    Sorrows reverberate
    Stimulate brain with self hate

    Hope in vain
    Stylus meets vein
    Blade meets membrane
    All to numb the pain?

    Apparel with blood stain
    Obtained from the girl named Jane
    Who in cold blood slain
    With not a moment to complain

    Off did her cork pop
    Like a bottle of champagne
    And to the floor did it drop
    When will it stop?

    The seemingly endless string
    Of homicides that began in spring
    Capable of making the quietest loner sing
    Oft leaving behind trails of vital fluid and entrails

    Mutilated fingers with recently painted nails
    On handrails holding on for dear life
    Frozen in time and fear
    Of the apparition wielding a trench knife
    ©the_amorist

  • ms_lonely 2w

    And she said:
    "I am not immortal and being human I have the right to end all the toxic relationships and be free and I have to do it before there is nothing left of me.And I am sorry if anyone disagree but I'll still do it".


    ©ms_lonely

  • lovenotes_from_carolyn 2w

    TU ME MANQUES
    by lovenotes_from_carolyn
    In the midst of an emotional upheaval
    Her doleful eyes were dotted daintily with dewdrops
    And her uninhibited inner sanctum was ripe with remorse and regret
    Thus she dared not dawdle nor dally
    Lest she might deliquesce, right there, in the place that she stood
    Hence she turned, in fact pivoted, in that pivotal moment
    And with ardent aplomb, she adroitly absconded through the appropriate aperture
    Whereupon, a long awaited apology was deftly delivered
    And two long lamenting lovers
    Reveled and rejoiced in their reunion.
    ©lovenotes_from_carolyn 9/14/2021

    #miss #dewdrop #wod #apologizec #writersnetwork #miraquill #alliteration #writersbay #fiction #freeverse

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  • ms_lonely 2w

    Human Leeches they don't suck on your blood but emotions and empty you to the point that there is nothing left in your heart,just a hole with an echo of death.


    ©ms_lonely

  • _aaru__ 3w

    I live in a fear, fear of the insane pain I feel from time to time, I'm scared of it. I pray to God to keep me save from it. Somedays, it feels like my life is so miserable, so sad. These pills, medications and therapy's. They're here keeping me okay, They're healing me. But in real They're not doing anything. I feel that intense pain running through my body which at times is unbreable, which at times break me so badly that I beg Almighty to help me live or to help me to release for this pain, to help me die. I don't think any one here could understand it. But those who do. I'm proud of you, or if you ever felt this kind of pain. I'm some days so proud of myself too. For holding on. For at times not crying. People says, not many people can hold on to it. Not many people can bear this pain. You're doing good. You're strong.
    And here I'm cursing myself for being so strong that everything happens to me only. That this pain chooses me. I'm scared of this pain. Even when I never was a coward but, at times this intense pain haunt me, every second. At times I live in a fear of it. At times I pray to the Almighty to protect me, to live me fearless. To heal me. To let this pain go away and never been felt again by me. :)
    What kind of life it would be. Living by taking pills, medications and therapy's. Even when I don't like it. Some days it feels like, as if, this is the only thing i can do to keep me alive. While praying to the Almighty because only he can save me. Only he can actually rescue me or only he can help me release this pain I feel.

    P.s. - #fiction - I write being someone who's sick, someone who is living by taking pills and therapy's.

    I tried to pen down their feelings. I want my readers, to feel it. And know that being sick is a curse for everyone. And feeling the pain is some times so scary and unbreable. So please don't be harsh on people. We never know who's suffering, we never know, who is living in a fear of that pain, we don't know who beg The Almighty to rescue them. :)

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    Pills, medications, and therapy's.
    Yes, they're helping me be okay.
    ©_aaru__

  • travellers_nirvana 3w

    The hopeless romantic


    She loved him. From a distance.

    The crush left. Unmet.

    She loved him. Built his home.

    He left. Unsaid.

    She loved the romantic verses.

    Those stayed.

    Some forevers are found in poetry.


    #microtale #nanotale #fiction #story #poetry #hopeless #love

    @miraquill @writersnetwork

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    She loved him. From a distance.

    The crush left. Unmet.

    She loved him. Built his home.

    He left. Unsaid.

    She loved the romantic verses.

    Those stayed.

    Some forevers are found in poetry.

    ©travellers_nirvana

  • the_amorist 4w

    The Fungus

    Chapter 1

    Born into a broken home
    And parents who couldn't afford silverware
    The spoon in his mouth was styrofoam
    He hardly ever had any clothes to wear
    The constant sneers of his peers he couldn't bear
    So one day he decides to run away and disappear
    A sheltered and doted little bairn
    In a vicious cut-throat world
    He had a lot to fear
    With a heavy heart and a face full of tears
    The adolescent walks down a pavement
    Then his attention gets caught by a rucus
    As he passes by an alley
    He gazes over to find a fungus
    With human like eyes all over it
    The number of which were hard to tally
    Giving off a scent oh so inviting
    As he approaches, all the more enticing it gets
    He tears off a piece and ingests
    Suddenly he feels at ease, his mind at peace
    The concrete jungle he's in seems
    To have morphed into one with actual trees
    ©the_amorist

  • shruti_bhatt 4w

    #fiction
    #215
    29/08/2021
    It may not be worth posting but ..

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    भले ही निकाल दिया तूने मुझे अपनी दुनिया से,
    मेरी दुनिया में तो तेरे सिवा और किसीके लिए जगह नहीं।
    ©shruti_bhatt

  • ms_lonely 4w

    No I don't want a prince charming,I want an Emperor for I am a Queen.


    ©ms_lonely

  • suprajaasubbu_94 4w

    Sometimes I sit by myself and think that humans are weird either they want to win the race or else run the race. No one wants to walk allied segregate unity.
    ©suprajaasubbu_94