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Pexels "I'm not a prey! " she yelled, her voice was shaky yet lound. He had that smile again grinning as if he had already succeeded, surrounding her with words instead of fangs. But she had

Canva “Shut it! ” he said, giving her a light punch. As if her words were something to keep hidden. A zipper to close up, a cover to secure, As if the reality was too hard to bear. She paused in her thoughts,

Canva "Button it! " he snarled, his voice as sharp as scissors cutting through cloth. She stopped, her mouth partially open, her words trapped between tight teeth. The room shrank, filled with

Canva Head on the door, holding breath tight, Caught between day and night. No knock, no word, no final call. Simply silence spread throughout the hall. The wood is cool beneath her brow, A silent admission,

Canva She put her forehead on the wooden surface, as if thinking really hard might make her head split open. The other side of the room was filled with noise, not quiet at all. She felt stuck between knocking

Canva Chaos reigned supreme in the kingdom of flavor. The bread was stale and the flesh was ambiguous. Tomato screamed, "We need the crunch! " And hunger growled, requesting lunch. The people

Canva In the mayhem of kitchen combat, someone yelled, Sacrifice the lettuce! It was more than a fresh green now; it was a sign of surrender, a peace offering to the furious flames that devoured the stove's

Canva Expectation is an architect with no volume in a place inside our minds, influencing what we are looking forward to happen. It starts with what's little, maybe a dream, a desire, or a basic "what

Canva It began with soft curds, A milky dream in careful hands. But time, the sculptor, played its role. It was created in silence, age, and craftsmanship. No longer soft, no longer shy. As the years passed,

Canva Mature cheese has a powerful, taste, and no bad flavor that brings bad memory. It begins as soft, no harm milk, but with time, pressure, and stillness, it turns into something that is more meaningful.

[Pixabay]( No more abusive words or power. No more living in dread of bad words that hurt and firsts that destroy. Pretending that everything is okay must stop, in order to maintain harmony, no more abuse.

[Pixabay]( No more abuse. Not in the house's peaceful corners, behind closed doors, or hidden in shaky smiles. No more bruises disguised with cosmetics, or wounds hidden. No more screaming that echoes

Pixabay Would you want to exchange? —a straightforward issue that sparks a universe of possibilities. What should we exchange? Lives? Stories? Heartbeats? Perhaps it's about toys on a school playground,

Pixabay Folded in the pockets of normal days, Lie your ticket out quietly yet firmly. Not always gold, not always loud, It hides in the shadow beneath the throng. It might be a decision, a spark, or a

Pixabay Everyone has a way to leave a place—whether it’s a small community, a job that goes nowhere, or a daily life that feels too restrictive. Your escape path could be a flight, a brave decision, a

Canva We wished for light when summer arrived. Prolonged days to drive the night away. However, the skies became gray, the sun turned cruel, Its heat is no longer mild or chilly. The streets were formerly

Canva Summer is meant to bring long sunny days, beautiful sunsets, and nice breezes that let laughter flow through open windows. But not every summer is bright. Some come shrouded in shadows. Some feel

[Pixabay]( A shattered man sits in silence, Chains of guilt clutched to his hand, Years have passed, the walls have turned cold, His story is worn, and his soul is aged. Above, a commander signs a name.

[Pixabay]( A presidential pardon has significant weight, both potent and contentious. It signifies a gesture of forgiveness granted by the country's highest office, allowing the forgiven to walk free from

Pixabay Every corner, every smile, Corruption dances in the sun, loud and nasty. From bloated budgets to ghosted names, They treat people's lives as horrible games. The destitute weep out, unheard, unnoticed.