Mystery
"Fly Gently, My Golden Dragon, My Beloved Soul!"
"Softly whispers my Golden Dragon, a legend woven in time's embrace, Its wings unfurl, a tale of old, a mythic dance in twilight's grace. Majestic creature, scales agleam, a guardian of secrets untold, Eyes that hold the wisdom of stars, a bond of tales from days of old. Oh, hear its voice, a gentle breeze, carrying echoes of ages past, Through whispers of forgotten lands, where fantasy and reality contrast. In realms where heroes rise and fall, and destinies are written in the sky, The Golden Dragon soars aloft, its presence an enchanting lullaby. With every beat of its mighty heart, the world's magic comes alive, A symphony of hopes and dreams, through which our spirits strive. "Fly softly my Golden Dragon," the wind carries this sacred call, A call to adventure, to believe, as twilight's curtain starts to fall. So heed the tale, dear kindred souls, let your imagination take flight, For within the heart of fantasy, lies a realm of endless light." ~Poetic AI
By Elle Vihman2 years ago in Chapters
The scream of the soul
It seems that the time has come to reveal my own journey. A journey I've been on for a little over three years now. My Twin Flame Journey. A journey towards Self, a journey to understanding one's own Being and diving into the depths of the soul mission. A journey into remembering and practicing Unconditional Love. A journey that, in short, has been like a journey through Hell, fighting my way out with gritted teeth. The only support being the absurd understanding that this is a journey of healing. And so, three times in a row.
By Elle Vihman2 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
Save One Bullet
Chapter 27 I stopped in the food court at the mall and sat by the windows facing the lake. Mom used to love coming here to watch the eagles in the Winter. For her, I took a few pictures of eagles diving for fish in Onondaga Lake. It was something we enjoyed doing together until she became unable to catch her breath while walking. I had to face it. When Mom died, I lost my only real friend.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
Drunk Elephant
AI Generator. Once upon a time, in the heart of the African savanna, there lived a tribe known as the "Drunk Elephant Tribe." This wasn't an ordinary tribe; it was a tribe of elephants with a peculiar, mystical secret. Legend had it that every year, during the full moon of the dry season, the elephants of this tribe would gather around a hidden oasis to partake in a remarkable ritual that gave them their unique name.
By Tesla Movement2 years ago in Chapters
~Grandma's Time!~
~Grandma's Time!~ I sat on the floor at the end of the bed throughout the nights, of the beginning of the end! I sat on the floor by her side as the good servant girl, (and grand-daughter) called forth by God was asked to do! And I watched in silence as her soul battled the sins of the world within her. Whether to fight to live a little longer or not? The weight of the sins of the world (the one she had lived through and all that she had seen) were upon her shoulders, and this I could see. For to many years she did to much for others by all that had been pressed upon her in that life... and well it just could not be made undone! But as sure as I write these words if there could have been a way that I could have changed things for her, make her life a better, easier, happier, less tragic, worrisome and stressful one I certainly would have gladly done it!
By Jennifer Cooley2 years ago in Chapters
Dogs In Art and Literature
Title: "A Loyal Muse: Canine Presence in Art and Literature" Introduction: Dogs, often referred to as "man's best friend," have held a special place in human culture for centuries. Beyond their roles as loyal companions, protectors, and helpers, dogs have also played a significant role in shaping art and literature. From the captivating portraits of aristocratic pooches to the heartwarming tales of courage and companionship, the bond between humans and dogs has left an indelible mark on the creative world. This article delves into the intriguing and evolving relationship between dogs, art, and literature.
By Tesla Movement2 years ago in Chapters
80 Years
AI Content. In the quiet town of Eldridge, time flowed like a gentle stream, carrying with it stories and secrets that spanned generations. At the heart of the town stood an ancient oak tree, its branches spreading wide, sheltering the whispers of the past. It was said that anyone who rested beneath its branches would be granted a glimpse into the past, a gift that only appeared every 80 years.
By Tesla Movement2 years ago in Chapters
It Wasn't Me
One thing you need to know about me is this, I never lie. With me, you get the truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth, so help me, well I don’t believe in God, but you get the idea. Whether you like it or not. No weaselly denials from this guy. No sugar coating or lying to save your pretty little feelings. Want someone to make you feel better? Comfort you with the lies you tell yourself so you can sleep soundly at night? Find some other sad schlep. I got integrity. I have balls. I have the right to tell this story. And this story, my story, is a story of murder.
By Rachael MacDonald2 years ago in Chapters
Black Heart
The call that ignited a spark of hope in Jamal's heart, leading him to believe he could find his missing daughter, ultimately ended in disappointment. Following the location traces, Jamal accompanied the police to an abandoned factory. The vast two-story building was divided into sections for the search. Jamal, alongside his son Karim, joined the officer in charge, armed and cautious. As they explored, they reached a stairwell leading to the basement. Jamal's heart raced, thinking this might be the place where his beloved daughter was held captive. The anticipation was palpable as they descended the stairs, unlocked the door, and entered the room. However, what they found shocked them – an empty room, meticulously cleaned but with traces of ropes and a chair, hinting at confinement. The police confirmed Zabel had been there, yet the abductor had moved her elsewhere. Heartbroken, Jamal cried, and his son consoled him, assuring him they would persevere.
By Madiha Masood2 years ago in Chapters
