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A Timeless Love Story from Bareli: Rohan and Riya's Journey of Love

true love story from Bareli

Demi love

Far far from what people would consider your typical suburb, was a large yet well hidden township called Grome. Perfectly located on the coast of North Carolina. They had it all it here they had a calisem used for advanced demi God battle training, shopping where by u could buy anything from food,  hygiene products to magical items used on quest, battle armor and every weapon a demo God could everythink about needing.  Heck it even had a game stop. Each person invited to live and train in grome

That horrible ride

It was the most pleasant day of the Spring season, in Beijing. The cool but pleasant wind was blowing. Sarah and Ali decided to visit Happy Valley that day. Happy Valley is Beijing’s most popular amusement park. It’s like you purchase tickets one time and can enjoy every ride there. The tickets were purchased online a few days back and now they were there to enjoy rides with kids. (Sarah and her younger sister had been too fond of rides, they used to try every ride whenever visited some park, bu

WHEN CHEESE BECAME HAAA

I could remember my first time seeing an elephant. Goodness! The feeling I had was as huge as the elephant I saw. 😁 I was overwhelmed and it felt as though I could touch the animal. (Who give me that liver? 😏). I decided to take a picture while the elephant was some distance away. As soon as I sat down and looked back, I noticed that this huge animal was coming close to where I was. I became scared but still maintained my sitting position with my heart beating fast. I wanted to take the shot and

My love for Scrabble

My love for Scrabble is like a fire burning bright, A passion that flares up with every letter placed just right. With every word I form, my excitement starts to soar, As I outsmart my opponents and add to my score. The thrill of finding words that others cannot see, Is like a treasure hunt, a victory. The tiles, they call to me, like gems upon a board, Each one a puzzle to be solved, a challenge to be adored. With every game I play, my love for Scrabble grows, A love that knows no bounds, a lov

I Dare You

If I were you, I'd stop reading. No? It's entirely up to you. I'm powerless to stop you. So, take this story as a warning and leave it at that. It had been a completely ordinary day. When these things happened, I was reading creepy stories to frighten myself. That was something I used to enjoy. I loved the feeling of chills running up my spine when I saw a shadow out of the corner of my eye after reading a story. I was about to start reading a ghost story that sounded intriguing when something c

ONCE A LOVER, NOW A DEVIL by Richie Kharis

She told him "I hate you," but he took it as a joke Her smile was deceiving and her voice was relieving He only saw an angel with a figure like an eight And never bothered to take note of her repeated joke He told her, " Look, I love you—I'll take a blow for you." But she looked at him smiling as if his words were untrue Yes, I know, but I still hate you because that is what I do Again, he waved, but this time those words came sinking through I see you working, defending me, and fighting for me

"WHEN THE NIGHT DIES" (A Short Poem by ALEX O'BOR)

From dusks till dawns The sunrise and the sun dies Everyday is smiles and frowns Time flies, Life dies and phoenix rise WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll wake-up and then embrace my labour suits Lace-up my touring boots And walk-up my paths on the soily sunny miles WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll walk my dreams in due times I'll make haste whilest the sun shines And drink life from the pool niles WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll sing hosana hosana to the deity I'll recite my psalm-ons, for i am awake Because maybe some

A short story

This short story is about the dream of a girl whose passion for reading made her a famous writer.

There was a country

Once! There was a country That held hope for her people Whose leaders were the youths role models Whose people were the most disciplined Whose military were the nation's pride Whose students were the nation's erudite Whose economy prospered and flourished Yes! There was a country Whose neighbours were envious Whose citizens were contented Whose environment was friendly and peaceful Whose military strength, Was nothing compared to her neighbour's Yet she was satisfied and happy There was a countr

Sweet Poison – Short Story of Broken Heart

Its 5:37 in the morning. Can’t sleep. Another restless night. Not a bright start to my day. Its been 37 days since the last time I heard her voice. 49 days since I saw her face,held her hand and kissed her cheeks. According to her calculations, I should’ve been doing well by now. Calculations can be wrong, specially when done by a girl. She’s doing pretty well I guess. Why not me? Why am I writing this? Questions I have no answer to. My first break-up. Its not that I was dying to achieve it and

Game a good soul

Friends, I have brought a story for you! This is the story of a room built in a house where a person lived. That person's name was Saurav. Sourav had taken a single room on rent for himself, in that single room he lived alone. But he was disturbed by the happenings in that room. Because of which he had to leave the room. This story was told to me by a person who worked with Sourav.

CRAVING FOR MY EX 😭

About love ❤️

Smiling through life: The story of Jack and Bill

In a bustling city, there were two old men named Jack and Bill. They both lived long and fulfilling lives and had reached the age of 80. Despite the many challenges they faced in their lives, they remained cheerful and content. They enjoyed sitting on a bench on the street corner, observing the world around them, and chatting with each other. People in the city knew them well, and often referred to them as the "smiling old men." Jack and Bill had a bond that only came from years of friendship, a

These days

‘… No! But, I hope he is different from the rest of presidents we’ve had oo. And why are you calling him ”upcoming president” when the elections hasn’t even come self?’ ‘ E be like say you no sabi this country they call Nigeria. They will just rig this election and give it to Ola Kunle. You know Ola Kunle is almost a Fulani since his mum is a Fulani.’ ‘wow! I never thought of that. These and more are reasons I dislike voting – rigging, gun shots and the rest of violence.’ ‘Common fuel that we ow

The Spotty Knife

Bob Jones looked at the spotty knife in his hands and felt delighted. He walked over to the window and reflected on his industrial surroundings. He had always loved dull Upper Boggington with its pong, petite parks. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel delighted. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Maureen Cockle. Maureen was a hilarious banker with skinny thighs and moist legs. Bob gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a graci

FETAL PETAL

The gorgeous garden blossoms, The wallowing wind blows, Golden rays radiate red flowers, The morning dew sparkles sepals, Thee pretty perilous petals grow and glow, Releasing sweet scents. We the butterflies, Beautifully fly in the air, The pretty perilous petals attract, They silently stare and lure, Thirsting for our lives. We are warned, But oblivious of the peril, We prolong our proboscises, Slowly and steadily we suck, We sack the nectar sack, We feel so high, But our vision so nigh. For a

Beautiful picture of baby with fountain.

The bottom line is that you should go to beautiful places for refreshments

The power of eyes

Open your eyes even when you just have one eye.

Learn to walk alone

Life is beautiful. But sometimes hard time comes to our life. We need to face it strongly. Learn to walk alone