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Emodi Glory

As she stood before the mirror, Emily's gaze fell upon the labyrinth of scars etched into her arms. Each mark told a story of despair, of moments wh...Read more

The kitchen clock ticked loudly in the silence. Olivia sat at the table, her laptop open but untouched. Her father, Henry, stood by the sink, drying...Read more

Staring blankly at her empty closet, once filled with dresses of colours that contradict her feelings. Mira was always one to hide what she feels in...Read more

In the dim, gray light of the attic, Eva perched at her desk, its surface marred by scratches and ink stains. Outside, rain drummed against the wind...Read more

The air was thick with the scent of rain-soaked earth and mangoes ripening in the backyard. I sat under the tree, knees drawn to my chest, listening...Read more

The air in my room was stale, a mix of unopened windows and unsaid words. The walls, once painted a cheerful yellow, now seemed dull, as if they had...Read more

Amara lived in a quiet village tucked between rolling hills, her days spent weaving baskets and her nights dreaming of stories. The villagers often ...Read more

Rain lashed against the window as Lily sat on the edge of her bed, clutching a blanket like it was her last shield. Her room, once filled with poste...Read more

The cramped library felt like a sanctuary from the chaos of the world outside. Four strangers sat around a worn wooden table, each lost in their own...Read more

Emma's fingers trembled as she grasped the brush, attempting to paint the vibrant colors of her soul. But the strokes were dull, the colors muted. S...Read more

Mira trudged down the empty street, the sound of her footsteps swallowed by the soft drizzle that blurred the city lights into hazy halos. She carri...Read more

Maya stood on the edge of the bridge, the wind biting her cheeks. Below her, the river churned in the darkness, mirroring the chaos inside her. She ...Read more

Emily stared at the cracked ceiling of her childhood bedroom, tracing invisible patterns in the peeling paint. She felt a suffocating weight pressin...Read more

It was dark so early in the morning, it was pouring heavy outside. The atmosphere was serene to Angel as she sat and tried to hum to her favorite so...Read more

The old house on New World Street sat quiet, its peeling paint and boarded windows guarding secrets no one dared to speak aloud. Inside, the air fel...Read more

November, 30th.... 7:54 It's all coming through me again... The pain.. the flashbacks..the scars, the walls I tried so hard to build to hide myself ...Read more

In a quiet suburb, eight-year-old Lily and her ten-year-old brother, Jake, lived between two rooms—one in their mother’s apartment, painted yellow w...Read more

Nathan sat alone in the dimly lit library, his fingers trembling as they traced the edges of the old leather journal. It was the only thing left beh...Read more

Rain drizzled softly against the window of my tiny studio apartment. I sat on the floor, cradling a cup of tea, staring at the single potted fern I ...Read more

The air was heavy with the stench of bleach and lies. I sat at the small, cracked kitchen table, the uneven legs rocking slightly under my weight, a...Read more

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