The Canvas of Our Midnight Sky . The world was swallowed by a silent, blue light. Everyone was sleeping, everyone but Luna . While the moon poured its milk-white glow through her window, she was awake, chasing its reflection on her canvas. Her room was a mess of charcoal sketches and half-finished dreams, but here, now, the only sound was the soft scratch of her pencil giving form to the cratered face in the sky. She was not just drawing the moon; she was trying to capture its lonely song, a melody she felt humming in her own bones. And as her hand moved, she didn't notice a dark shadow coming from his window. That shadow looks like a bird but when Luna sees that shadow she sees a man with wings . Luna opened the window but lost that shadow . Luna looks around the window but she never finds it . The next day she goes searching for that wing man at night . Luna comes to her nearest forest . Luna had a camera and sh...
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love like slow goodbye
Love Like a Slow Goodbye The air in Osaka was hot and damp, clinging to skin like a second layer. Victor stood in the shadowed wings of the stage, the familiar pre-performance nausea twisting in his gut. Half a world away from Oxford, yet the same old ghosts followed him. Before him, a magnificent grand piano sat under a pool of bright, sterile light, looking both like a throne and an altar of judgment. The audience was a sea of murmuring expectations. “You’re next,” Shon, his manager and only real friend, whispered, hefting his professional camera. “Just relax. And maybe try to smile a little out there. The Japanese press loves a charming artist.” Victor didn’t look at him, his gaze fixed on the piano. “I don’t smile. I just play.” He stretched his long fingers, the joints cracking softly, a ritual as old as his career. Shon chuckled. “Okay, serious artist. Just don’t look like you’re about to storm offstage. You’re a star, remember? Act like it.” Before Victor could retort, the prev...
The last train by a photographer
A Last Train By Karan Rishi was a passionate photographer. He wanted to make a career in it and was always looking for opportunities. One day, he got a phone call — it was a wedding shoot offer. They promised to pay him ₹15,000. This was Rishi’s first real assignment. He was excited and a little nervous. The shoot location was far away — it would take 15 hours to reach by train. He booked his ticket online. The train was scheduled for 11:42 PM. The station was 2 kilometers from his house, and the only way to reach there was through a forest road. Still, he didn’t hesitate. He called his best friend: Rishi: “Bro! I got my first order! I’m leaving tonight by train.” Friend: “At this hour? You could leave tomorrow morning!” Rishi: “No bro, I need to reach there on time.” His friend paused, then said: “Okay, just stay safe and call me if anything happens.” Rishi packed his bag, camera, tripod, and lenses. At 11:00 PM, a cab arrived. As he stepped outside, a thick fog covered everything. Th...
the pure love of us
Once, in the 1800s, many people lived as slaves under the wealthy in Paris. Among them was a young girl named Rosie, who was kind and brave. Rosie lived in a run-down house with her mother and younger brother. Each morning, she woke up before sunrise to make a small breakfast for them. There was never enough food, so she often left without eating, her stomach empty but her spirit strong. That day, like every day, she walked quietly to the grand house where she worked. The master of the house was a cruel man with a sharp, angry voice. He never missed a chance to humiliate the slaves or cut their wages. When Rosie arrived, the master glared at her. “Why are you late?” he yelled. “This is your last warning. If you are late again, I will cut your salary!” Rosie lowered her eyes and whispered, “I’m sorry, master. It won't happen again.” She took her rag and began to scrub the floors. As she worked, she softly sang a song her mother had taught her when she was a child—a melody that mad...
In Every Lifetime — Akshay & Varsha’s Love Story
Chapter 1: A Day That Felt Like a Dream It was a beautiful day — the kind of day where the sky looked soft and endless, like it had been painted by someone in love. A gentle wind carried the sweet fragrance of fresh marigolds and jasmine. The wedding venue was glowing — fairy lights, flowers, smiling faces, and music filled the air. Inside a quiet room, a young man stood alone in front of the mirror. He wore a cream-colored sherwani with gold embroidery, and a red sadra neatly folded across his shoulder. His hair was set, and his eyes were filled with a strange mixture of calmness and nerves. He looked like a prince ready to meet his destiny. Just then, a knock broke the silence. “Hurry up, beta,” his mother called softly from outside the room. “The bhatji is asking for you.” He took a deep breath and said, “Yes, Mom. Just five minutes.” “Okay,” she replied. “But don’t be late. Everyone’s waiting.” Akshay turned back to the mirror, straightened his collar, and smiled to himself. “This ...
The rose of rain
Chapter 1 : the rain start D uring the rainy season, the garden was full of fresh air and the sweet smell of wet soil. A boy named Avi loved to see the green garden and colorful flowers. He always took care of the plants like they were his friends. But one day, he saw that his rose plant had died. Even though he had given it enough water and natural fertilizer, the plant didn’t survive. So, Avi went to a plant nursery to buy a new rose plant. While he was looking at different rose varieties, he accidentally bumped into a girl. She was also there for plants and flowers. Her name was Riddhi. She was the same age as Avi—16 years old—and new in his city. Avi quickly said, “Sorry, miss! It’s my fault. I didn’t see you. I was lost while looking for rose plants.” Riddhi smiled and said, “It’s okay. I do the same when I see plants.” Avi said, “Hi, I’m Avi Patil. And you?” She replied, “Hi, I’m Riddhi Kamble. I’m new in town.” Avi said with a smile, “Welcome to my town. Let’s make your beg...