real life stories
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Ruin me. But do it slowly. Do it like you mean it. Fuck me against walls we wouldn’t dare paint over. Leave your fingerprints where only I can find them. Mark me in shades of blue and bruised longing— make my body a canvas of your deepest intentions. Pull me in. Closer. Much closer. Until
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It started with a mango. Not a soft, already-cut fruit, but a full, sun-kissed, golden mango. He held it in his hands, testing its weight, his thumb pressing into its skin just enough to make a dent. “You like mangoes?” he asked. “Only when they’re ripe. Only when they’re messy.” He smiled. “Good. Then watch.”
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If you only trying to improve the circumstances, try improving yourself
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You’re a writer. Sometimes I don’t feel like doing anything. Most times I just want to scribble stuffs on a paper. It doesn’t have to make sense or be a lot or too little. A word , a phrase, a sentence, a paragraph, a story… that’s how much I love to write Writing is the
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« 76th story » First Published: Jan.31.2019 A university Professor was sharing an old memory with his class. He said: “I was at a red light deep in … Foal|کره خر
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Don’t underestimate your emotions. Or overestimate them. Your emotions are your feedback system and for that they are very important. Trying to … Trust Your Emotions
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Photo by Call Me Fred on Unsplash Hello SEers. John with you today. I think we all could use a little fun today. I was doing some research (ahem, … Often Funny – Author Invented Rules for Writing
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Lexi strolled by the beach. She removed her slides and walked to her favorite spot. The shore sand brushed against her feet. The sound, crispy to the ears. The river wavered under the sunset. A movie with a time travel scenery. Here she could see the world. Her world. Cool breeze raked her long dark
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How I survived. Choices. How I thrive, my willingness to live. Living everyday like death will come knocking on my door by the weekend. I suffered through the nights of toil, endured the pain of rejections.But I still save my breath for the breaking of the dawn. Morning comes, then it fades right back into
Zen… 