Novel & Cerita Poetic Stories

Dancers moved gracefully across the makeshift stages, their bodies swaying to the rhythm of the music, a vivid expression of their culture and history. In one corner of the square, a group of poets and storytellers gathered, their voices rising and falling like waves, carrying tales of heroism, love, and adventure. The listeners, young and old alike, sat captivated by the narratives that unfolded before them, their minds transporting them to faraway lands and long-forgotten times.

We emerged clean but marked—hickeys on my neck, light bruises on my hips from Jake’s grip, a pleasant soreness between my legs that reminded me of everything we had done. Breakfast was surprisingly normal on the surface; coffee, pancakes, laughter—but the looks we exchanged were anything but. Every glance carried the memory of tongues, cocks, and shared orgasms. This was only the beginning. I had never felt more alive. 😊

"Yes they do. It's true there are some of them who use their imaginations to make their own story but most of them don't. Their creativity can easily be corrupted by others' power." Mr. Kang nodded again and she kept talking about how to teach them and encourage them to create stories themselves. "What kind of stories did you come up with?" He asked her curiously. "It's a collection of fairy tales written by children. The main theme is love, hope, happiness, and adventure. If you put it together, it's actually one huge adventure story. That is why I wanna give them a try." Jung-Hoon smiled at her. She was such a inspiration for young people who wanted to work hard for their dream. She was so

I couldn't help but wonder, why was my entire world built around pain. Why was I caught up in the cycle of continued pain? The word ‘Peace’ seemed like an illusion, only existing in the imaginary world. To others, the night is the perfect time to sleep. But to me, it's just a brief moment to pick myself up from the grave of pain and give in to the false hope that is playing in my mind. The sound of footsteps jolts me away from my thoughts. I quickly wiped my eyes, trying to hide any evidence of tears. The footsteps were approaching my door. After a while, I didn't hear them again. Perhaps the person had left.

Once bitten, twice shy, as they say. Two years later, I was pregnant again. Time seemed to have passed by so quickly. Sometimes Horace would ask me, "How many years do I have left?" See? He was sharp, too. Just because he didn't ask often didn't mean he couldn't sense something was off. When he asked, I'd answer, "Only tomorrow. You should hurry up. When you're gone, I'll use your money to fill the house with young men. You know I could do it, right?"

Slut! Shameless thing! It is really heartbreaking that most of the junior students look up to this tramp. Christabel, stop whoring around! Aren't you scared of getting pregnant at this your young age? You know how the society frowns at teenage pregnancy. This is just a friendly advice o. Y'all should stay tuned for more trendy news in CROWNSTAR HIGH SCHOOL. More news like this coming up soon. Yours truly, Anonymous. I didn't know who wrote this, but I must commend the person. Now, let's see how she would walk around the whole school.

he pounced back with a kela! “Yes he knows,” I responded. And then I told him about the night when I had that insightful conversation with my elder brother. For a moment, the insight flashed in front of my eyes: For the greatest story-tellers, telling their story is their deepest yearning. It’s their way of life. “And what about Mahideo? Have you told her?” he said, and started walking towards the gate. “She knows that I love writing stories. Isn’t that good enough?” “No, because she thinks this is just one of your whims,” he shot back. I needed a change in the topic. I didn’t like the way he was pestering.

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Short terrifying stories that leave you insomnolent . . . definitely a must read to while away time and get sleepless with fear, hahaha. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy! While you're at it, you can check out my other profile @KinahFeels.

--- The Universe Writes Back On countless worlds, under countless skies, storytellers wake from dreams they don’t understand. They feel warmth in their hands, as if they’ve been holding something luminous. When they write, they don’t know where the words come from. When they sing, they can’t explain why the melody feels familiar. But the Flow knows. It moves through them, reminding creation that it is still alive. And each of those stories, each spark of imagination, adds another thread to the endless tapestry.