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THE BIKER'S EX RETURNS

THE BIKER'S EX RETURNS

This compound full of people running toward something worth running toward. This was the life. The specific ordinary extraordinary life built from everything the storm had tried to prevent. Still here. Still building. Still choosing. Every morning. Every ordinary Tuesday. Every coffee at the right temperature. Every fixed point held steady through everything that tried to move it. I closed the notebook. Picked up my coffee. Let the morning be the morning. The work was waiting. I was ready for it. I was always ready for it. Because I had learned the most important thing.
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Falling For His Forsaken Wife

Falling For His Forsaken Wife

I made coffee the way I liked it - strong, with too much sugar - and sat by the windows watching the neighborhood wake up. A young couple walked by holding hands, both carrying art portfolios. A elderly man walked his dog, stopping to chat with neighbors. A woman about my age jogged past in paint-splattered clothes, probably heading to a studio job. This was what normal life looked like. Not crisis management, not corporate drama, not hiding from dangerous people. Just regular humans going about their daily business, pursuing their own dreams, living their own lives. I wanted that. I wanted to be a regular person with regular problems and regular joys.
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Revenge With My Brother’s Best Friend

Revenge With My Brother’s Best Friend

I let the question hang in the air until it felt heavy. Then I chuckled bitterly, my chest aching as memories of my complicated life with Henry surged through my mind. I swallowed the tears threatening to choke me and said into the microphone, “No, it’s not worth it.” "There’s no such thing as normal life. There’s only the life you choose, and the life that’s forced on you. Money doesn’t make you lonely. Poverty doesn’t make you happy. Those are just illusions we create to comfort ourselves.” Murmurs of agreement rose among the crowd.
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SECOND CHANCE WHIT MR. AMNESIA CEO

SECOND CHANCE WHIT MR. AMNESIA CEO

It was her war song and her lullaby; it was the echo of her soul telling the world: "I am here, I am alive, and I choose love." And it is with this conviction that Isabella, alongside Christian and all those who make up the vibrant fabric of her existence, embraces the gift of each new day. Because, even under the weight of adversities that sometimes seem relentless, existence reveals itself as a precious gift. Life, with its countless twists and turns, teaches that each dawn brings with it the promise of renewal and the possibility of finding beauty in the simplest manifestations of everyday life.
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Undeniable Pleasure

Undeniable Pleasure

Maybe it was then that I developed my abnormalities, but at such a tender age how could I have imagined? So, was I just an abnormal girl leading a normal life? I sat back, legs propped up on my centre table, lazing in my living room with the TV on but not watching anything. Reflection usually led to writing, but I hadn’t been writing much lately. Truth is, I think I am lacking in the inspiration category. I was tired of starting poems and not being able to finish them. When I think about it, maybe my life has gone to normal, so normal it might be considered boring. Routine: go to work, come home, straight to bed if I had a heavy lunch, if not, stop at The Tasty Place’s, read and munch on wha
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Living And Dying

Living And Dying

I remembered how we had our first camping, our first diving lessons, our first times trying the rides and my first time to feel that I lived a life. My disease is my greatest motivation for now. It made me realize I have a shorter life than others and it keeps on telling me that I should not waste any moment. It was scary at first knowing my days are just numbered but now, I am not that scared anymore. I want to seize my seconds with everything I had. I want to make sure that the people I loved are going to be okay without me. I hope they will. “Hearbeats Of Poetry.” I stated as I read the poems Tim created. I feel like he could write better than me. His words are like him-simple yet elegant
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Confessions Of An Exorcist

Confessions Of An Exorcist

Diving into a pool full of horse shit is way better than having memories of someone you never made up with. Life is a fucking whore, but it never gives you a good fuck. Anyways, let’s begin today’s confession. LIFE IS HARD THEN YOU DIE THEN THEY THROW DIRT IN YOUR FACE THEN THE WORMS EAT YOU BE GRATEFUL IT HAPPENS IN THAT ORDER  DAVID GERROLD
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Chisom Iwu
I have to say, this is an excellent read, right from the first chapter it just grasps you. I know it isn't comedy but the choice of words just had me giggling. I just know it's about to get intense. If you're wandering whether to read it or not, take it from me, you must! You won't regret it!
Amana-Deena or Madinah_Writes
I love the dark part of this story. It's touchy and realistic. Even though I just read the first chapter, I felt every meaningful touch and idea the author wanted to pass through. I'm so impressed and I definitely love this. Keep it up, writer.
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Perer Ford: Diary of a Stranger

Perer Ford: Diary of a Stranger

The poem goes like this: “They said you came looking for me. I didn't drown; I was the water." I don't know if that makes sense to you as much as it made sense to me. Nevertheless, it is a beautiful poem written by someone who understands human beings and life in a special way that I and you who has read the poem don't understand. I am not going to waste my time to talk about atheism or to debate about the loopholes of religion. I will leave it for a Sunday when I have the time and strength to actually put a lot of efforts in airing my view for all of you to be complacent with yourself while keeping in mind that my motives are purely intended to bring good and not to cause harm as some of yo
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As the moon began to rust

As the moon began to rust

She lived from the heart, lived with every fiberShe hadn’t always done it, though. After her favorite people had done it, Helen too had given up life, as if it were a low-paid job. Death is a funny thing. When someone dies, the sun rises the next morning, as if nothing has happened, and punctually it sets again at night. Even though someone is dead, the train platforms are just as busy as before. Someone has died, and the people simply go on with their daily lives. They meet up with loved ones in the evening, and continue to complain about the coffee that burns their lips, the boss who won't give them a break, the partner who almost suffocates them with love.
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The life I wished for

The life I wished for

I loved them. I kept walking. It seemed like I had walked 10 miles. I stopped, hearing noises in the distance. I listened as hard as I could, and there it was. It was the sound of people talking. “Today was another dreadful day at the farm.” “Did you not get as much food from the harvest as you had hoped?” “No, and we needed the food. The queen does not give us much. We depend on these crops to survive.” “Our queen and king need to be replaced.”
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