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Crown of Lies

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  CROWN OF LIES The kingdom of Neverland was once a beacon of peace and prosperity, ruled by a wise and benevolent king. His two daughters, Princess Lily and Princess Lena, were the apple of his eye. The twins were inseparable, their bond as deep as the ocean and as strong as the mountains, navigating their childhood adventures together, dreaming of ruling the kingdom side by side. As they grew older, their aspirations evolved. They envisioned a future where they could combine their strengths—Lily’s wisdom and Lena’s fierce determination—to lead Neverland into a golden age. The kingdom thrived under the girls' playful ambitions, and their father often indulged their dreams, sharing tales of great queens and heroes who had shaped the realm. However, as the years passed, the king faced a critical decision. After much contemplation, he declared that Lily would be the next queen, believing her empathetic nature and diplomatic skills were essential for maintaining peace. The...
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Wielder of the Moonlight Sword

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  Wielder of the Moonlight Sword: The Legacy of the Brunette The shrill of the alarm clock shattered the brunette's dreams, pulling her back to the familiar bustle of her city life. Her morning routine flowed in a predictable rhythm – the steaming chai latte at her favorite cafe, the bustling crowds on her walk to university, the monotonous drone of lectures. Yet, a nagging question lingered in the back of her mind. Was there more to life than the concrete jungle she called home? One evening, as the dusk sky painted the horizon, she found herself on the rusty bridge of the abandoned park, lost in the melody playing through her earphones. Swaying with the music, she approached the bridge's center.  Your words have many meanings Because it sounds like what is what? If you find mysterious footprints, follow My shadows are driven into a corner What is hidden behind the light? Taking out an earbud, she expected the usual symphony of crickets and flowing water. But an un...
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Red

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          RED 🍒 Her dress attracted me like a bird attracted to a bright caterpillar, bringing me to my own end, the venom that runs through it like the blood that flows in her. Every moment her Scarlett lips spread in a smile my blush grows deeper making my cheeks look like ripe peaches. The way her laughter echoes like wind chimes or the way her eyes twinkle like captured constellations.  The warmth of her presence, the feeling of my heart fluttering like a trapped bird, or the way her words brush against my soul. The melody of her voice, the rhythm of her laughter, or the silence that hangs heavy with unspoken emotions between us. Like a summer thunderstorm brewing with unspoken feelings or a firefly illuminating the depths of my heart. Like the dress whispering secrets or the blush on my cheeks burning with unconfessed desires. The internal conflict I was experiencing, was this attraction exhilarating or terrifying. It filled me with hope b...
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The Phoenix Chronicles

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  A PHOENIX OR A NORMAL TOWN GIRL In the bustling city of Mumbai, where the echoes of change whispered through cobblestone streets, a tale unfolded—a chronicle of rebirth and renewal. Enter "The Phoenix Chronicles," where the journey begins not in the comfort of familiarity but in the fiery crucible of transformation. In the heart of this story lies a 18 year old girl. Who steps into the unknown, the promise of a new life beckons, much like the mythical phoenix that rises from the ashes. Here, in the hushed pages of this narrative, the girl undergo’s a profound metamorphosis, fueled by the flames of challenge and adversity. The title whispers of resilience, resonating with the spirit of those who dare to forge a fresh destiny. "The Phoenix Chronicles" invites you to witness the unfolding saga of personal growth, the triumph over obstacles, and the emergence of something stronger and more vibrant than before. It is a story woven with threads of hope, ...
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The Malevolent Wooden Box: Bargains of the Soul

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  The Malevolent Wooden Box: Bargains of the Soul It had been a quiet day in the toy shop and Amelia wasn't sorry to be closing up. Time dragged when not many customers came in. It was already dark at four o'clock - and so cold she could see her breath. She'd just got her coat on when she heard the shop bell ring. "I'm afraid we're cl-" "This won't take a moment," said a voice which came from immediately behind her.  Amelia jumped in fright. She hadn't heard footsteps behind her. Turning, she saw a very small man, no higher than her shoulders, dressed in black robes and an old-fashioned top hat which was battered and tattered and altogether ridiculous-looking. "Do you know what you want to buy?" Amelia asked, still anxious to get home. The man shook his head, with a slight smile. "Nothing, my dear," he said in a voice only just louder than a whisper. "It is you who will want to buy from me." Wit...
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The lost hope of the lost princess.

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    THE LOST HOPE,                               OF THE LOST PRINCESS     -Retelling of Cinderella   A biting gust of wind sliced through her face, jolting her from her slumber. Amanda, a girl with a fiery temperament and a haunting past, awoke abruptly. Abruptly, a blood-curdling scream tore through the tranquility of the night, accompanied by the ear-piercing wail of a police siren and the shattering of glass. Startled, Amanda ripped her headphones off, her gaze darting to the side, though she couldn't bear to witness the harrowing scene where a young child had met a tragic end. With a heavy heart, she muttered, "105th soul ascends to the heavens." Such calamities were an all-too-frequent sight on the Western Express Highway—constantly plagued by the grim specters of traffic, accidents, and de...
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Potrait of Myself

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  POTRAIT OF MYSELF   "Once again, it's a humid and unusual day today. It seems like I'm getting used to this weather. Thinking about it, coming to Mumbai has changed me a lot. For someone who used to love rain, I now seem to despise it. My favorite season! Note the sarcasm. These large windows in the classroom are my only solace. Such lovely atmosphere to view. The teacher was late today, so I gazed outside through the window and admired the beautiful trees, birds, and the overcast sky. No rain, no sun, just a lovely cloudy day. The classroom is beautifully structured, with its old wooden furniture. “Oh, how much I love it." "Today doesn't seem to be my day, though. On my way to class, it rained. Alas! Why does it have to rain? It's so annoying. The weather gets dreary, the roads get watery, and it's not fair. The gardens are all muddy, and..." "No offense, I love nature, but not the muddy soil. So that's just me, wi...
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