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  • narmatha_ramasamy 15h

    Love #1

    He : "where are we going?"

    Him : "Where do you want to go?"

    He : "Where ever you want to go"

  • anaskamal 4d

    Where is she

    Read my novel 'Where is she' available on Amazon and Flipkart.
    Story of a boy who fell in love with a girl who thinks of him as a brother but you don't get to choose who you fall for. Heart wants what the heart wants. Read his painful life childhood and then impossible love story.

    My second novel is going to come out soon. It will be a mystery, horror, thriller. Story of five friends who met at ten year reunion of the their school but things went wrong when they see strange things and their school guard got kidnapped. They went on a journey to find him that will change the course of their lives, as they will solve a ten year old cold case of child kidnappings and will give some parents a beam of hope and probably a closure. They will reveal the secrets beyond their minds. As they will encounter life threating meetings with ghosts and strange creatures. Sometimes a school could be more than just a place of education.

  • shayuu 1w

    She stole my heart

    It was the early summer, The sun has already sunk down and I was sitting by the window . I am a sight this Evening: I was half clad trying to know the people’s daily errand.I was in the hostel on the 5th floor. The 6th floor building give a studious view from my room. An Urban Slum lies in front of my window. I could figure out each and everyone doing their work.

    The poor and their struggle amazed me. I wonder if this is how it is for everyone living.Their life? It isn’t easy to explain.

    to be continued….


  • kapilbohra86 1w

    I don't think much about people.

    बड़ी सादगी भरा जीवन है मेरा
    मुझे घूमने का बहुत शौक है
    सबको लोगो को प्रेम देना
    नए लोगो से दोस्ती करना
    उनसे हँसी मजाक ओर
    नए जगह पर जाना इन सब चीज़ों का बहुत शौक मुझे
    प्रकृति से बहुत प्यार है और असल ज़िन्दगी यही है
    मैं दुसरो के बारे में ज्यादा नही सोचता हु

    my life is very simple i love to travel love everyone make friends with new people laugh at them I am very fond of all these things to go to a new place love nature very much and this is real life I don't think much about others


  • i_shukriya 2w

    Life is that novel
    whose preface seems very exciting
    but get scared when switch towards index,
    & what to say about contents:
    Some sounds boring, some tough, some loving & some gives burden too.

    But that is why it's called novel not a comic book...


  • luci_dark16 3w

    Hi! This is a story that I am writing. So I wished to share it people who appreciate creativity and writing. Please do read and drop in your insights. I will upload the chapters weekly. #novel, #identity, #boylove, #fantasy, #fiction

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    Prologue: Astraea and Panoplia

    The windows shattered on the great impact of the magical words that were being hummed under the twilight, in the chambers of the eclipsed night. The moment was near when he was to be coronated with the invincible powers. He was draped in a red velvet tuxedo that bedazzled omnipotently that could devour every iris that would linger on him. His brunette’s were beautifully brushed on the sides, punching him with an elegant finish. His face mirrored his tender age, a blossoming eighteen, but his eyes had seen a lot to attain that pensive aura of adulthood. He was to be felicitated with the glory that only few were able to realize in their lives as a Circe. But this happiness was reluctantly devoured by a shadow of melancholy glazed with guilt. He felt that as if his world was crumbling as a gust of wind was howling on the ridge in which he thought he was taking asylum, but then suddenly a bout of tripedations engulfed him, sucking him in a delirium that the wind would pull him into pitch emptiness. He was paying a heavy price to climb this ladder to success and to be the best of the best. He never thought that this would be this difficult. He had always wished to be the chosen one and now the bouquet had flung right into his arms, but he was reluctant to accept it. WHY? WHY? Why his heart was aching so much ? WHY ? His head has been prompting the same words like an infallible affirmations since a fortnight, after he learnt that he has been chosen to be the Guardian of the Gates of Humanity. A privilege which only few are felicitated with, only few who exhibit the will to serve at any cost, paying any price. He had been preparing himself for this moment since a year. Moreover, he had made all the arrangements from the very beginning. He had strategized and planned every step of this road that would lead him to his  dream. And now he was so close to it, but why this unsettling feeling of the earth being cracked open and an amorphous and mysterious force from the gallows were exerting exorbitant energy to suck him in, to be engulfed into the underworld.


    Maya saw the streaks of hesitation in his eyes as the moment of the procession ticked near. The church hall dazzled with tremendous lights that it sparkled like a burning star  in the darkness of the night, even though it was the dawn of twilight, nothing could shatter its might. It was set alight with a thousand candles, moreover the mystifying borrowed aura of the falling  sun too crept in through the windows to fight the darkness of the old room. The hall was vast, antiquated but still standing with its ruins. The broad pillars still showed a youthful strength to beat the contemporary architecture, though the plaster were crumbling to peel off at  numerous places, but the artwork etched on the wall were immaculate, withstanding the wheels of time. His granny, mother, four aunts etched a circle on the white and cold tiles, with six corners marked on it. At the center of the circle was etched a celestial star surrounded by candles, filling the distance between the outer circle and the inner star. He was to sit on the star as the ritual prophesied. But before  the commencement of crucial elements of the procession one imminent task had to be attempted. A sudden surge of tornado struck him which froze him for a second as this was the moment for which his heart has been fearing and now it was over his head. 

    They all gathered in the dungeon below the hall. It's chamber was infected with pitch darkness with the air reeking of the stench of dampness. The tendrils of  darkness danced with tresses of the cold wind. The irony being his heart was frost bitten which assimilated itself with the cold swirls that doused all the breath of warmth. He felt nothing less than a conniving and ruthless cold heated fox, who was to inflict a grave misery on someone who had cherished him unconditionally. 

    Every step forward felt so heavy as if  a colossal anchor weighing in tons was pulling him back. His feet were reluctant to reach the rosewood door, which has savoured its youth even after the dawn of ages as there was not a speckle of rotten edges biting over its still smooth and infallible surface. His granny unlocked the latch to proceed in an hierarchy, as a coven was disciplined on a rigid ranking. His granny being the premiere of the coven inaugurated every procession and everybody followed soot. His mother and aunty and the other coven sisters embraced the repugnant stench of death as they walked themselves into the arms of a superfluous room. There was again pitch darkness that welcomed them, which was diffused with the alightening of an oil lantern by sister Mechaelie. The light rumbled out from the lantern to bounce over the only speck of life in the forlorn room. It glimmered so passionately over his beautifully carved and slender figure that laid decapitated on one corner of the room. Even at the moment of oblivion, his skin glowed with supernova vibrance and as Astraea prodded near to Panoplia, he could'nt winnow himself out of all those sweet flavored memories. And the worst was that at this pedestal of prcocious death that he was to inflict upon him he could'nt save himself from licking a glance at his rose red lips, which has been his cruise to an infinite pleasure.  

    "Wake him up and lets proceed with the harvesting", His granny's intimidating voice echoed loud and clear in the chambers of this forlorn dungeons, "And welcome a new member to the Circe Clan".

    Every sister hailed in total exuberance as their merry laughter hit every atom of the walls and started reverberating a symphony. But he still was sinking into the vortex of bewilderment  which was nearing the coast of exacerbation as he could'nt choose between the imperative and fantasy. Was giving up on Panoplia right to grab a seat amongst the Circes? Was a life with Panoplia just  a fantasy?

  • narmatha_ramasamy 4w

    Dear love,

    Thank you for surviving ,
    until I find you in the future.

    I'll be your sheild from them on.

  • saevenia 5w

    Saevenia Facts

    Marafeeq is a continent on Saevenia. It holds a highly sophisticated prison system as well as a vast metropolis. Dangerous, wealthy, and beautiful, pirates flock around its coasts and run rife.

  • monali03 7w

    PART 03


    Party all day and pass out at night. Pretty exciting?
    -No. It's dumb.

    Let's smoke, dumbass ! It's New Year!!
    -No, I prefer to pray to Him instead. To guide us well and help us see the light.

    Oh darn, buddy, do I smell clean? Today I have to attend a wedding.
    -Well hello PK! Go to hell.

    Okay. You might think I am strange. Maybe I am. But I play that straight. I like what I like, and I say it all. And it's not that I don't have friends. I have quite a bunch. Weirdos, all of them. No, not Naina and Avi. They are cuties. And we three have always been known as the perfect "GOODY GANG" in an otherwise imperfect gucci world.


    @mirakeeworld @miraquill @writersnetwork @writersbay

    #story #novel #part #me #love #euphoria #bengali # writersnetwork #wod #pod #ec # repost

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    ~Part 03

  • saevenia 9w

    Saevenia Facts

    There's a city below Veralin called The Underground, which houses a prison, water ways, dangerous creatures, and paranormal happenings.

  • sarie_the_writer 16w

    They say the love from your father is something amazing
    A connection that can’t be replace
    Or duplicated
    So I waited
    I waited for you to truly love me
    But I was waiting alone
    Caught between not feeling like I’m enough
    Or maybe I don’t deserve your love
    Your presence
    So pain began to fill
    In place of your absence.
    I wanted you so badly
    And I cried for many nights for you
    Like walking on shattered glass
    And intentionally making cuts
    To create scars that was a reflection of my past
    Because you were a part of my past
    How could leave me on empty
    In a place of darkness
    Caught between waiting to live
    And dying slowing inside
    And I just wanted to die
    Slit my throat
    So it would be the last time I cried
    For you
    But I lived oh how I lived
    Numb and hurt
    Just wanting my father
    I was a piece of you
    And you throw me away as if
    I wasn’t a piece of you
    A reflection of you
    And yet I was still abandoned
    Forgotten by you
    Scar left and you never noticed
    Cause you never saw
    Because you were too busy
    Abandoning me
    Why wasn’t I enough
    For you to have actions that proved
    I deserved my father’s love

  • saevenia 20w

    Hello and a big thank you to everyone who's recently followed me! Here's a scene from chapter one of Saevenia!
    #story #fantasy #author #novel #game

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    Rennald and Narora

    "... but why now? The girl's presence here has been common knowledge for YEARS. She's not in any kind of danger. Girian, as big a fool as he is, has done a good job so far." Rennald seemed exasperated, sweat glistening on his forehead despite the cold.
    "That doesn't matter. Her powers... Soon enough she'll know how to use them."
    "Why does that matter?"
    The hooded figure sighed. "Eon believes her to be not only of magical blood."
    Rennald's eyes widened. "No. She can't be. The Oracle tells us the time of the next Aurfairene isn't for another thousand years."

  • kashyapmanisha91 25w

    Abhi kaanch hain isliye chubhte hain,
    Jis din aaina ban jayenge,
    duniya dekhegi..


  • sicklypoetic 25w

    On wuthering heights

    What if there were no storms ?
    No wind, no rain barred Lockwood's way
    from Thrushcross Grange to the
    to the solitary farmhouse.

    And the sound of ferocious universe
    didn't sweep the house
    rattling its contents around
    as if to mark the impending doom as Healthcliffe ran away.

    And no storms
    heaved in the chests
    of the unsettled inhabitants
    of Wuthering Heights
    unleashing the chaos within ?

    What if there were no storms
    in our stories ?


  • pallavi4 27w


    Daddy won’t let me go outside and play
    And no play clothes do I own
    So I planned to trick him one fine day
    And make some on a loan

    That night I tip toed into the governess room
    For it is she who would help me out
    If this goes sideways it is your doom
    Says she after I take this route

    We pulled down the curtains that were hung
    And she proceeded to cut out patterns
    While I stood at the door to act like a bung
    Though to see the pieces I did yearn

    Slowly she sewed them into the most
    Beautiful clothes I’d ever seen
    I finally had play clothes that I could boast
    Of that shine and sparkle and gleam

    I patted my back of having had
    Such a novel idea in my head
    Then hid my play suit away from dad
    Under the safety of my bed

    I got up the next morn all excited to be
    Ready to go out and play
    So I got dressed but after breakfast only to see
    Something that ruined my day

    The maid had discovered my play suit
    And was threatening to tell my dad
    I tried my best to act nice and cute
    I knew this was going to look very bad

    She didn’t fall for my gimmicks and
    Proceeded to march down the hall
    Like the sergeant heading a band
    While I pretended to play with my ball

    Oh what is this, my dad said to me
    Did you cut the governesses drapes
    I cannot imagine who you were trying to be
    Walking around wearing flowers and grapes

    I said, “I want to go out and play like others
    So I forced her to make me a play suit
    I cannot image why you it bothers
    If I’m willing to walk around wearing fruits”

    “It bothers me because it will later bother you my son
    There’s a reason why you’re kept inside
    With a broken leg how exactly will you run
    Or seek when others hide ? “

    I looked down at my plastered leg and frowned
    While my governess was taken for a chat
    I was still mad at the maid who’d my play suit found
    So I quietly stayed and played on the living room mat


    21st of July, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner

    #novelc #novel #writersbay @writersbay #stories_in_poems #kids #playtime @writersnetwork #writerstolli #miraquill #MirakeeWorld #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

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  • uttkarsh_15 27w

    Wanna make guesses ?....... It's a cult classic Horror novel!
    #book #gift #read #novel #horror #classic #cult #thriller

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    Just got 1 of the 2 book gifts,
    Ab raat Ko Padhne Mein Maza Aayega

  • wasiiimran 27w


    رقصِ عشق فرش تک
    جنونِ اپسرا عرش تک
    مبتلاءِ محبت مرض تک
    فناِ یار لحدِ موت تک

  • simoneheinis 28w

    Zherrain the Assassin

    "Not many people go to The Deep and live. But Zherrain did. He was born there. His twin died, father disappeared for reasons unknown, and his mother took her own life. Zherrain is a survivor. Aimless as he may be, but he's alive."

    - a quote from Saevenia


  • simoneheinis 28w

    Ciara the Aurfairene

    Saevenia, the enigmatic moon of a giant ringed planet called Tayaceena, holds a unique position in the universe it resides in. For Saevenia to move around the galaxies, the heart of an Aurfairene is needed for it to take flight. But since the coming of the next Aurfairene is pushed forwards by a thousand years by mysterious forces, things start to go wrong.

  • thefangirl 28w


    അവൾ പറഞ്ഞു :നിങ്ങളോടുള്ള ഇഷ്ടം ഒരല്പം പോലും എനിക്ക് കുറഞ്ഞിട്ടില്ല. അത്‌ എന്നും വളർന്നുകൊണ്ടേയിരുന്നു.അത്‌ ആഴത്തിൽ തിങ്ങി നിറഞ്ഞതുകൊണ്ടാണ് ഒന്നും മിണ്ടാനാകാതെ ഓരോ തവണയും ഞാൻ പിൻവാങ്ങുന്നത്.അത് അണപൊട്ടിയോഴുകിയാൽ ചിലതെല്ലാം നഷ്ടപെടാം.
    എന്റേതു വളരെ ചെറിയൊരു ലോകമാണ്. വിരലിൽ എണ്ണാവുന്നവർ മാത്രം.അവർക്ക് വേണ്ടിയൊരു ജീവിതം.അവിടെ ഇഷ്ടങ്ങൾക്ക് എന്ത് പ്രസക്തി? അവരുടെ തീരുമാനങ്ങൾ മാത്രമാണ് എനിക്ക് ശെരി.
    നിങ്ങളെ കാത്തിരിക്കുന്ന വലിയൊരു ലോകമുണ്ട്. അവിടെ ഒരുപാട് പേരുണ്ട്. അവർക്കിടയിൽ നിങ്ങൾ പ്രതീക്ഷിക്കുന്ന പോലെയുള്ളവരുണ്ട്.അവർക്കിടയിൽ ആരെയും കണ്ടില്ലെങ്കിൽ മാത്രം നിങ്ങൾക്ക് നടത്താവുന്ന നിങ്ങൾ പറഞ്ഞതുപോലെയുള്ള ഒരു തിരഞ്ഞെടുപ്പായിരിക്കും നിങ്ങൾക്ക് ഞാൻ എന്നത് .തിരഞ്ഞെടുക്കാതെ ആരൊക്കെയോ ബാക്കിവച്ചു പോയവൾ.
    അതിനാൽ എനിക്ക് ഇനിയും പ്രതീക്ഷകൾ ഇല്ല. സ്വപ്‌നങ്ങൾ ഇല്ല. പക്ഷേ എന്റെ മരണം വരെ സ്നേഹമുണ്ടാകും.
    എനിക്ക് എല്ലാം അവസാനിച്ചിരിക്കുന്നു. ഇനിയൊരു തുടക്കതിനു നിങ്ങൾ വരണം.അത്‌ ഉത്തരങ്ങൾ നൽകാനോ അതോ എല്ലാം എന്നന്നേയ്ക്കുമായി അവസാനിപ്പിക്കാനോ എന്നെനിക്കറിയില്ല. എന്നാൽ അത്‌ വരെ നിങ്ങൾ സ്വതന്ത്രനും ഞാൻ ജീവിതം പടുത്തുയർത്താൻ പ്രിയപെട്ടവർക്കായി അധ്വാനിക്കുന്നവളും മാത്രം ആയിരിക്കും.