Daniel Williams
As only a teen Daniel Williams wrote entire books and now he has joined this to hopefully have a community
Daniel Williams
As only a teen Daniel Williams wrote entire books and now he has joined this to hopefully have a community
As only a teen Daniel Williams wrote entire books and now he has joined this to hopefully have a community
As only a teen Daniel Williams wrote entire books and now he has joined this to hopefully have a community
Fiona knew she had to escape her past. Her ex-boyfriend, Mason, was controlling and dangerous, and she could no longer bear the fear that shadowed her every move. On a snowy December night, she left the city with just a suitcase and an old map. The destination? Grandonfoll—a quaint town she'd once visited in passing, known for its festive spirit and friendly residents.
Grandonfoll welcomed Fiona...
Behold the wretched creations known as flowers, deceivers of the natural world. These seemingly innocent plants lure unsuspecting victims with their alluring colors and tantalizing scents, only to reveal their true, sinister nature upon closer inspection.
The roots of these floral monstrosities burrow deep into the earth, strangling the life from the soil and draining it of precious nutrients. The...
People think of lonely as being alone. But tis not true, you can be alone and not lonely or be surrounded by people but feel lonely. this is one of my favorite analogies to use. You’re at a party but your friends aren’t there your surrounded by people but you feel lonely because you don’t know anyone.
Now here is a quick story about being lonely:
Once in a crowded high school there were two peo...
Back when we were young he would always b the one to organize the family get-togethers.
There halls of their sounding and smelling mansion were now filled with a stench and melancholy silence. I was determined to bring the family back together and re-ignite the spirit of joy within.
(I know this didn't follow the prompt I first wanted to continue the story but I don't have a premium subscription...
My favorite quote from my poppins returns is this paradox. So let’s dive después into the meaning.
In a world where the notion of loss runs deep, one finds solace in the thought-provoking paradox: "You can't lose what you've never lost." This statement challenges the traditional understanding of loss and invites us to ponder the true meaning of possession and ownership.
The paradox suggests that...
We as humans are judges, judges of other humans most of the time. We are humans which means we make mistakes. Tis what makes us human but that doesn’t justify mistakes tat hurt other people. I know I’m guilty of judging a person by their looks before i even meet them which is wrong and can cause them harm.
People are like water, they know what its like to be battered around weather through bull...
Fairview, a quaint town, lay under the sinister shadow of an oncoming storm. It wasn't just any storm, though. The townsfolk could feel it in the marrow of their bones; this one was coming for them personally. Just what it had in store was anybody's guess, but when it came down to the drenching and the windblown, it was sure to be a sight to behold. The first peal of thunder that rang out was enou...
As I made my way out into the backyard garden, the distant sound of laughter and music from the ball filled the air. The gentle rhythm of the music intertwined with the rhythmic tapping of my shoes as I walked further into the garden. The moon, brighter than ever before, cast a mesmerizing glow over everything. Its light danced playfully on the flowers and trees, creating a magical ambiance.
I fo...
“I shall never speak her name again for she never made it to the garden of Dovehill,” said the young man at his 38-year-old wife's funeral.
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“Please, grandfather, tell me about my grandmother,” said the man’s young grandson, Thomas.
“Your grandmother was a lovely young woman. We married just days after we met. You see, we were both on our own at that point, our parents far from where we we...
Prologue
In the dimly lit streets of London, an unsettling silence had descended upon the city, blanketing it like a thick fog that shrouded the bustling metropolis in an otherworldly veil. The once-vibrant cacophony of voices, laughter, and the rhythmic clip-clop of horse-drawn carriages had been reduced to a distant memory, replaced by the ghostly whispers of the wind as it wove its way through...