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Name one night in the last year she picked you up at two in the morning.

As always, one kiss changed everything. ... Shortys entry

Some words are born quietly, while other arrive like storms. This collection is a home for fleeting thoughts, untold stories, and emotions that refuse to stay hidden. Each poem or story captures different moments that leaves to what you believe in. If these words find a place in your heart, they found where they are meant to be. Entries: - Poet's Corner - The Shortys 2026 - Halloween Vault 2026 Join My Discord Server! -> https://discord.gg/trwy6zfxc

I had watched the Pallikaranai Wetland from my terrace for years. Birds came and went. Migratory birds crossed the sky. The green marsh always looked peaceful from a distance. Then, one morning after the rain, I noticed a bird I had never seen before. One photograph became another. One street became another. And suddenly, I was standing at the entrance of the wetland I had only ever watched from afar. I entered for one reason: Curiosity. I wanted to see the birds. I never expected to find something beneath the water. When the rain returns, the paths disappear, the ground swallows me, and I am dragged into a world hidden beneath the wetland. There, survival becomes impossible. And something ancient begins to breathe. I entered the wetland to find birds. I came out carrying a secret that should never have been discovered.

Desperate to flee the wreckage of her life. Mara Voss accepts a mysterious, all-expenses-paid trip to the exclusive Elysian Fields resort, a prize she never won. The secluded California paradise is breathtaking, but its perfection is unsettling. Phones are dead, clocks are absent, and the staff possess an unnerving knowledge of her past. As the days blur into a timeless, beautiful loop, Mara encounters other guests who are chillingly reminiscent of people she has wronged, each interaction a test she doesn't know she's taking. Her razor-sharp perception, once a tool for navigating the world, now fractures her reality as she chases clues that only deepen the mystery. The hunger to know the truth wars with the terror of what that knowledge might mean, forcing her to confront the darkness she's spent a lifetime running from. The final, devastating revelation is not that she can't leave the resort, but that she never truly arrived; she died before check-in, and this opulent prison is her personal, inescapable judgment. As Mara finally accepts her role in her own damnation, the cycle begins anew with the arrival of another lost soul, clutching the same winning ticket.

Viola eade is getting tortured by Mayor Prentiss, Davy's Pa. Todd is desperate to save her but he can't. What will Davy do?

Ben thought his museum trip would be boring - until a mysterious creature the size of a dinosaur looked him straight in the eye and quacked. Hidden beneath the Ancient Life Exhibit lies a magical valley where Duckosaurs roam free - creatures that are part dinosaur, part duck, and entirely impossible. But when the Omelette Knights arrive to steal their eggs, Ben must rely on courage, quick thinking, and a loaf of bread to save his new friends. A lighthearted fantasy adventure filled with humor, friendship, and the reminder that not everything is what it seems - especially when it quacks.

A couple of poems for TheShortys 2026.

Time doesn't always pass. Sometimes it slips. Sometimes it stalls. And sometimes... it asks for a favour. On an ordinary Tuesday, a writer in his favourite café notices an old man watching him. Odd clothes. Odd presence. Odd stillness. When the stranger approaches and calmly asks to borrow an hour of his life, the world around them fractures - steam freezes, coins hang in mid‑air, and shadows begin to wander. To save everyone trapped in the moment, he must give up something he can't quite name. But time never returns quite the same way it left. And neither does he.

What happens when a romance strips away the noise, the misunderstandings, and the expected heartbreak? In Love Is Not Love, Danush crafts a deeply moving contemporary drama about two souls navigating the delicate space between expectation and reality. Facing each other against the quiet backdrop of life's twilight, they discover that real connection isn't defined by grand, sweeping gestures or cinematic tragedy. Instead, it lives in the quiet silences, the patience to listen, and the profound grace of true understanding. A poignant and reflective exploration of modern relationships, this novel reminds us that some love stories don't end in drama-they end in the healing clarity of knowing one another completely.

If you could return to just one chapter of your life, which one would you choose? At 25, I have everything I once thought growing up would give me-but somewhere along the way, I lost something more important: myself. So if I were given one chance to go back, I wouldn't choose a great achievement or a perfect moment. I'd choose fourth standard. A time of friendships, endless games, innocent first love, school fights, laughter, competition, and a version of me who wasn't afraid to give everything when his turn came. This is not just a story about missing childhood. It's about meeting the person I used to be-and asking myself what happened to him.

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A deeply emotional, narrative journey of unspoken bonds, quiet hospital shifts, and a love that transforms from friendship into an unselfish art. Set against the backdrop of ordinary days and a magical wedding afternoon under a banyan tree, the poem explores the weight of a gentle rejection, a seventeen-hour journey of care, and the ultimate grace of letting go-proving that true love is never a cage, but an open door. If you like this poem, Please once read my Love is not love a contemporary story which i Wrote for this girl before i proposed her . This poem nd love is not love story is my own feelings nd experience, If you like my creation then kindly Add to your reading list that helps my stories to get views.

Keywords: poetry | oneshot | random | fluff & angst | inspired by many songs This is a collection of unrelated events. Sometimes prose, sometimes poetry. Features: 🌟 Poet's Corner May 2026 @Poetry | "Mountain" 🌟 Ink & Intrigue May 2026 @mystery | "Searching" 🌟 Poet's Corner June 2026 @Poetry | "In the Night" © 2026 EmmaJD The views and actions of the characters in any of these stories do not reflect those of the author. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Little thoughts that creeps and crawls However small yet it all intends to fall Come take a peek Surely your mind wants to sneak That would further end up With your knees cupped weak...

(✔️ COMPLETE ✔️)Amelia, a 15-year-old nerd falls in love with Simon Smith, the hottest, bitchiest, baddest freak anyone has ever seen. . . Although there's a secret. He makes her do everything for him, but what makes it even worse, is it isn't true love. Will Amelia be able to find true love again? Read it till the end! * * * Note: This is a two-part story. Read the first, then the next. If you like the book, make sure to leave some comments and vote!

Elok is a little caterpillar who begins her journey as an innocent, curious, and naïve creature. She meets Sulastri, Dimas, and Aditya-three friends from different worlds who teach her many things about life, nature, food, and what it truly means to be a good creature. But as time goes by, Elok's hunger slowly turns into gluttony. She eats without restraint, devouring the leaves around her without considering the other creatures who also depend on those trees for food, shelter, and survival. Without realizing it, her unhealthy habit gradually changes her-not only physically, but spiritually as well. When she finally faces the anger of her neighbors and witnesses the consequences of her actions, Elok begins to understand that she has allowed greed, envy, pride, resentment, vanity, and many other harmful traits to take control of her heart. She then retreats into a private chamber she names "THE COCOON." But Elok is not merely hiding from the world. Inside that dark chamber, she begins a far more difficult journey: a journey deep into her own heart. There, Elok must confront the dark traits that have been living within her. She battles Greed, Envy, and other destructive qualities one by one, while struggling to understand who she truly is and how she should live her life. And when the cocoon finally opens, every creature is left astonished. The greedy, selfish, and seemingly ugly green caterpillar they once knew is gone. In her place emerges a beautiful butterfly with radiant golden wings-not merely because her body has undergone a biological metamorphosis, but because her heart has transformed as well. Because sometimes, the greatest metamorphosis is not the transformation of the body. It is the transformation that takes place deep within the heart. 🦋🌕✨

Everyone knows the feeling of a falling dream-that sudden, jolting kick of your leg as your brain tricks you into waking up. Science calls it a hypnic jerk. Sleep paralysis is just your mind waking up before your body does. Danush used to believe the science. He knew how the world worked. But science can't explain how a boy sitting in a room in Chennai can watch his grandfather die on a village road days before it actually happens. Science can't explain stepping through a tear in reality into a towering, sprawling parallel metropolis where another version of you is waiting. And science certainly can't explain the night your abdomen lifts inches off the mattress in the dead of night, suspended by an invisible string. For years, Danush was just an observer, cursed with visions of tragedy that always came true with geometric precision. But when he accidentally knocked on the glass of another universe, he didn't just look-he left a door open. Now, something is waiting in the space between waking and sleeping. And every night, as the bedroom goes dark and the ceiling fan clicks, it learns a little bit more about how to use his body. Some nightmares aren't created by the brain. Some nightmares are just the universe letting you see what's coming.