Adventure
Prologue: The Babe in the Woods
Lavinia’s toes scraped the ground with every slow stride she took. The skin around her tired lavender eyes glowed bright red against her porcelain complexion, looking puffy and lumpy and decidedly out of place on her otherwise flawless visage. She was so certain it would work this time. It should have worked. She’d completed every rite to the letter, followed every detail and done exactly what the Old Texts decreed: she’d fasted at the appropriate times, sacrificed to the appropriate Goddesses – twice – and endured the brutal mating ritual until she thought her body would break. And yet, despite all that hard work, agony, hope, and suffering… here she was in the exact same circumstance as before.
By Natalie Gray2 years ago in Chapters
Black Heart
After leaving the doctor's cabin, Jamal was deeply perplexed about the motives behind the kidnapping. His mind raced, searching for answers. He entered the room where Zabel was admitted, finding her mother and Heral there. They inquired about the reports, and he quickly assured them that everything was fine. Gently kissing Zabel, who was still sleeping, he observed her peaceful slumber. Suddenly, the room's tranquility was disrupted by murmurs, and Zabel opened her eyes to see her father talking to a police officer who wanted her statement. Anxious, she asked Jamal what was happening. The police officer explained that he needed to ask questions to help find her abductor. Jamal reassured her and pledged to find the person responsible. She agreed to answer the questions. With the recorder on, Zabel began recounting her ordeal of being confined and drugged, describing the person who terrorized her using her weaknesses. Tearfully, she shared how he knew her vulnerabilities, including her fear of dogs and her poor eyesight. She revealed he forced her to eat crab, causing her to lose consciousness, during which he assaulted her. When the police officer referred to her medical report, stating she was not raped and still a virgin, Zabel was shocked. The officer explained that the abductor used psychological tactics to torment her. Asked about the second location, Zabel denied being moved, describing the elaborate illusions created to mislead the police. She detailed her attempts to escape and her captor's methods, including wearing grotesque masks and involving three unidentified individuals. Expressing her confusion over the abductor's motives, Zabel admitted feeling stripped of everything, including her dignity, hope, and love. The officer's question about her feelings towards her captor remained unanswered. Zabel recounted how, on the eighth day, she stopped eating and responding, almost giving up on life. She revealed the breaking point – seeing a picture of her fiancé with another girl. The officer decided to continue the conversation later and left the room, after which Jamal comforted Zabel, assuring her of her strength and his support. As she tearfully expressed her desire to find the abductor, Jamal shed a tear, feeling helpless.
By Madiha Masood2 years ago in Chapters
My Gypsy Life
One of the definitions of a gypsy is a nomadic or free-spirited person. Nomadic just in case you didn’t know, means roaming about from place to place aimlessly, frequently, or without a fixed pattern of movement. I feel like this sums up most of my adult life. I grew up in Michigan. I lived there until I was twenty-four. In the last nineteen years, it has been a free for as far as where I have lived. This includes Tallahassee, Florida; Overland Park, Kansas; Concordia, Kansas; York, Pennsylvania (while working in Baltimore, Maryland); Patterson, California (while working in Fremont & Richmond, California); and Springfield, Pennsylvania. As you can see, there is not rhyme or reason to where I have lived. It has been a journey of where opportunities have presented themselves and having the ability to say yes.
By Erin Cuellar2 years ago in Chapters
Echoes of the Soul's Journey
In the heart of a bustling city, amidst the constant symphony of honking cars and hurried footsteps, lived a young woman named Maya. With a job that demanded her attention and a life that seemed routine, Maya felt as if she was a mere spectator in her own story. Unfulfilled and yearning for something she couldn't quite define, she embarked on a journey of self-discovery that would forever change the course of her life.
By Dharmesh P2 years ago in Chapters
Ahsoka Tano: From Padawan to Rebel Leader
1. Introduction Ahsoka Tano, a name that echoes across the Star Wars universe, is a character whose journey is as epic as the galaxy itself. In this article, we delve into the story of Ahsoka Tano, a former Jedi Padawan who defied the odds, faced adversity, and emerged as a beacon of hope in a time of darkness.
By Travelwith Ankit Sharma2 years ago in Chapters
Prince George: Navigating Royalty with Charm and Curiosity
Prince George, the eldest child of Prince William and Catherine, Duchess of Cambridge, was born on July 22, 2013, and has captured the hearts and attention of people around the world since his birth. As a member of the British royal family, he holds a special place in both history and modern society. Despite his young age, Prince George's life is already marked by tradition, responsibility, and public fascination.
By Abdul Aziz2 years ago in Chapters
In the vibrant city of Miami
In the vibrant city of Miami, where the sun kissed the shores and the rhythm of salsa danced through the streets, a new chapter in sports history was about to be written. This story unfolds with a team that captured the hearts of both locals and soccer enthusiasts around the world: Inter Miami CF.
By Abdul Aziz2 years ago in Chapters
Cow tales: Story of Bonzy
Cows make the best pets, an unconventional notion, but one that rings profoundly true. Their noble disposition, gentle giants with a touch of majesty yet grounded humility, they are simply the best companions, if you can overlook their enormous size.
By Temjenungla Imchen2 years ago in Chapters
The Sand Pit
I can’t possibly write about my life without mentioning the sand pit. Across the white sandy road I grew up on, there was a vast field of weeds we called the "Great Waste". Tall clusters of yellow and green weeds swayed in the summer sun for as far as the eye could see. On the other side was another road; one with sparkling beach-white sand, leading down to a sand pit.
By Veronica Coldiron2 years ago in Chapters
