by Min_Lee_8676
The legends and tales of mankind often portray a hero, villain, deity, or sometimes all of the above. But these myths more often than not depict an adventure of one man. A cursed man. A man who knew of suffering and loss as well as love and joy. He has been known as many names. Osiris. Hades. Mars. He has been called these things. His true name, however, remains known to him alone. To all who knew him, and all who did not, he was simply Eternity. Nothing more. Nothing Less.
by officialDevil33
The marketplace of drugs. The low-rises. The pit. “Got your yellow tops!”Thin drug addicts stumble their way to young black men, who take their wrinkled tens and twenties. A signal sent to the runners—boys waiting fifty feet away who run over, small vials in hand. The cops staked out atop a nearby building, hoping to get a photo of a kingpin on a random visit to the frontlines, are on break and not watching. Enter a man in a trenchcoat, carrying a sawed-off shotgun. Whistling “The Farmer in the …
by BA_Q
Paul is a "normal" History teacher at a public school in Manila. His life changes however when he sees a weird tree and saves a child? Everything then stops, and now he has a mission to fix this enigma. But wait, he is the enigma, a puzzle piece that completes two completely different puzzles. A consciousness that can fit in two completely different bodies in completely different timelines. To fix this, he needs to exist in this "other body" of his with the help of a mysterious system. He needs …
by NorahSimons1958
When rebel Charlie loses the grandmother who raised him, he feels completely lost.Living a life without limits begins to put himself in danger and in one of these situations, after drinking a few beers and making a terrible combination of dreaming like crazy, he crashes the car and becomes unconscious, but it was his lucky day: Deanna, a nurse adorable and brave when she sees Chalie in danger she runs after him and saves his life.After that, Charlie feels that his lonely days are finally over…
by Abigail_Sinclair
i can't wait for coming towards you with that red thread of ours is something visible to us and not to everyone. someday somewhere and somehow we will eat again. TO LEARN ABOUT THEM PLEASE READ ABOU THE NOVEL FULL.
by MithileshNo1
Hannay is called in to investigate rumours of an uprising in the Muslim world, and undertakes a perilous journey through enemy territory to meet his friend Sandy in Constantinople. Once there, he and his friends must thwart the Germans' plans to use religion to help them win the war, climaxing at the battle of Erzurum.
by DaoistIs6h0W
Morocco is a diverse country in its national, linguistic and cultural components, and is characterized by a heritage of traditions passed down from generation to generation. Nothing is frozen in the kingdom! Even the culture is alive and vibrant day after day in simple daily gestures, in parties, rituals or just daily habits. Stay there for a while and taste the Moroccan art of living.
by Venom_Snake
As the title says it's a story, if you take interest or not, it's okay.
by Iam_Tobzyjay
A short story about a decision that turned the fate of the whole world. A fight against racial abuse and discrimination. Racism is bad regardless of the colour we should try to fight against it #blacklivesmatter
by MenelikMajnun
Fight for the right of making your desires a reality.
by MenelikMajnun
Fight in this Holy Crusade, to have your desire fulfilled.
by Asad_Jutt_6227
This intensely autobiographical novel recounts the story of Paul Morel, a young artist growing to manhood in a British working-class family rife with conflict. The author’s vivid evocation of life in a Nottingham mining village in the years before the First World War and his depiction of the all-consuming nature of possessive love and sexual attraction make this one of Lawrence’s most powerful novels. The poet Philip Larkin said, “If Lawrence had been killed off after writing [Sons and Lovers], …
by Samuel_Junior_GH
The Man Who Collected GoodbyesBy Samuel | WorldWhisper StudioGenre: Slice of Life | Mood: Poetic & Reflective> Every morning at 6:47 a.m., Mr. Ellory stood outside the train station with a brown coat and a paper cup...