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"Short stories always catches my attention since they are short and can be finished at your own pace and whims. This book has different flavoured stories. From stories with social issues to stories about life and loss, this book has all. What I loved about this book is that the book tells you the story without giving away much. It is up to the readers how they want to interpret it."
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regram @bookgirl_sulagna "Short stories always catches my attention since they are short and can be finished at your own pace and whims. This book has different flavoured stories. From stories with social issues to stories about life and loss, this book has all. What I loved about this book is that the book tells you the story without giving away much. It is up to the readers how they want to interpret it." 💢 🌟🌟🌟🌟 stars for this book. 💢 For full review go to the link in my bio. 💢 This Book Review is a part of The @readerscosmos Book Review Program and Book Promotions. 💢 💢 #bookreview  #bookrecommendations  #blogger  #bookblogger  #goodbooks  #goodreads  #shortstory  #indianblogger  #indianauthors  #bookish  #bookishphotography  #booklove  #bookworm  #bookaddict  #bookaholic  #bookstagram  #bookstagramindia  #instabook  #instaread 
"Every moisture-swollen door reminds me of the monsoons from my childhood." .
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Issue 1 | Nostalgia .
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Nostalgia is that delicious space where we revisit our memories, often happy, sometimes unhappy and give them a context in the present. 
Nostalgia is also the imagined past of our lives which we recreate to give meaning to our present. 
Our writers for the opening theme of Storytler delve deep into the recesses of their mind to take us on a somewhat weird but always fascinating nostalgia trip.

Read the stories and poems by clicking on the link in the bio. 
Artwork: @_sashrika_ 
#art #fiction #poetry #shortstory #writersofinstagram #writing #poetsofinstagram #nostalgia
"Every moisture-swollen door reminds me of the monsoons from my childhood." . . . Issue 1 | Nostalgia . . . Nostalgia is that delicious space where we revisit our memories, often happy, sometimes unhappy and give them a context in the present. Nostalgia is also the imagined past of our lives which we recreate to give meaning to our present. Our writers for the opening theme of Storytler delve deep into the recesses of their mind to take us on a somewhat weird but always fascinating nostalgia trip. Read the stories and poems by clicking on the link in the bio. Artwork: @_sashrika_ #art  #fiction  #poetry  #shortstory  #writersofinstagram  #writing  #poetsofinstagram  #nostalgia 
Bridges

He couldn't help but thinking how life would be if they hadn't parted ways. 
Would he have dared taking those tango lessons with her in the end?

Then he remembered it takes two to tango and you can't dance over burned bridges. .
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Bridges He couldn't help but thinking how life would be if they hadn't parted ways. Would he have dared taking those tango lessons with her in the end? Then he remembered it takes two to tango and you can't dance over burned bridges. . . . #shortstoryexercise  . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #shortstory  #exercise  #fiction  #training  #braining  #nature  #naturel  #lovenature  #love  #words  #peace  #bridge  #water  #trees  #sky  #green  #blue  #catalunya  #understanding  #misunderstanding  #communication  #miscommunication  #thisisnotpolitical 
‼️👉@tinyethan made this edit👈‼️ I love it so much😩💖I swear the talent🖤💜🖤
‼️👉@tinyethan made this edit👈‼️ I love it so much😩💖I swear the talent🖤💜🖤
Hi, just finished the cover for the issue I’m working on right now, I’m trying to finish all the stories by #Halloween! I just got a card reader too, so I’m trying to figure out where to sell these issues! If you got any ideas, or venues that might be down to stock them, lemme know, yo! #art #comics #manga #zine #inktober #inktober2017 #horrormanga #creepy #eyes #scary #cicadasongs #drawing #illustration #ink #artwork #zinester #finally #coverart #shortstory #anthology
Hi, just finished the cover for the issue I’m working on right now, I’m trying to finish all the stories by #Halloween ! I just got a card reader too, so I’m trying to figure out where to sell these issues! If you got any ideas, or venues that might be down to stock them, lemme know, yo! #art  #comics  #manga  #zine  #inktober  #inktober2017  #horrormanga  #creepy  #eyes  #scary  #cicadasongs  #drawing  #illustration  #ink  #artwork  #zinester  #finally  #coverart  #shortstory  #anthology 
NEW!!! Storyteller now added to the website... enjoy!! https://nykimack.wixsite.com/officialwebsite/blog #nykimack #storyteller #shortstory #blessed #onelove #noh8 #nanowrimo #halloween #love #heartbreak #roses #tragedy #wedding #midnight #midnighthour #tears
In random places where unleashed or leashed dogs are around, brave dogs would randomly give me hugs and kisses. This guy was no exception to that randomness. There he was, walking with his family and geared off course to spend at least 5 mins with me. He came up to me as if he knew me. He greeted me with a wagging tail as my hand extended for him to take a sniff of me, it's as if he had not already picked up my aura. He was old I could tell. His face were covered with white fur. Only a senior dog owner would know. I said hi to him and he came closer to be petted and as each belly rub and high pitch calls of "you a good boy huh?" He sat right next to me and watch his family walk further away from him. Other beach tan lovers just kept watch, I was consumed with his presence. It was like meeting an old friend again. He leaned more closer and place his head on my lap. He didn't care I was soaked with ocean water. His eyes showed so much gratitude and his hugs were so comforting. His family was much further now by the beach, I could hear his dad screaming for his name, he wasn't budging. He didnt even sit up. So, I told him "Our time is up old dear friend, let's get you home." I stood up, walked towards the side of the beach where his family watched us. He started following me, I kept telling him he was a good boy, smiled and waved at his family. They waved back and said "He must have known you love dogs." In the back of my head I was thinking "He must have been an old friend". As he walked further away from me, he kept looking to his family and looked back at me. I just waved at him and said good bye "See you again old friend to where life ends". As I head back to my sandy beach towel, a beach goer told me "that was quite beautiful to watch" I smiled back and said, "it was much more than a first meeting. I laid there at the beach with my heart sinking with tears that my eyes could not begin to handle. I met a old friend for the first time. He was love.
- Jane R. #shortstory #beachdogs #lovedogs #beautifullife #godmadedogs
In random places where unleashed or leashed dogs are around, brave dogs would randomly give me hugs and kisses. This guy was no exception to that randomness. There he was, walking with his family and geared off course to spend at least 5 mins with me. He came up to me as if he knew me. He greeted me with a wagging tail as my hand extended for him to take a sniff of me, it's as if he had not already picked up my aura. He was old I could tell. His face were covered with white fur. Only a senior dog owner would know. I said hi to him and he came closer to be petted and as each belly rub and high pitch calls of "you a good boy huh?" He sat right next to me and watch his family walk further away from him. Other beach tan lovers just kept watch, I was consumed with his presence. It was like meeting an old friend again. He leaned more closer and place his head on my lap. He didn't care I was soaked with ocean water. His eyes showed so much gratitude and his hugs were so comforting. His family was much further now by the beach, I could hear his dad screaming for his name, he wasn't budging. He didnt even sit up. So, I told him "Our time is up old dear friend, let's get you home." I stood up, walked towards the side of the beach where his family watched us. He started following me, I kept telling him he was a good boy, smiled and waved at his family. They waved back and said "He must have known you love dogs." In the back of my head I was thinking "He must have been an old friend". As he walked further away from me, he kept looking to his family and looked back at me. I just waved at him and said good bye "See you again old friend to where life ends". As I head back to my sandy beach towel, a beach goer told me "that was quite beautiful to watch" I smiled back and said, "it was much more than a first meeting. I laid there at the beach with my heart sinking with tears that my eyes could not begin to handle. I met a old friend for the first time. He was love. - Jane R. #shortstory  #beachdogs  #lovedogs  #beautifullife  #godmadedogs 
During the term breaks at the English language college in Osaka, Rochelle would fly back to New Zealand to listen to English. Not the Kiwi English she was brought up with or used when visiting her nan, a language with dozens of words for fish alone, but the final product of the Euro-English that she taught. Nowadays, her native country was a place where kids from all over the world drove cheap vans, tramped the way Kiwis didn't anymore, and scammed bird baths in public toilets. And, they all spoke the same highly efficient, concise and non-judgemental English that people like her were teaching from set curricula around the globe. She sat in a Queenstown cafe and listened to a French DJ and German girl who'd been working on a dairy farm struggle to flirt with each other. Back home in Auckland, she listened to Italians and Swedes drunk on cheap Tui beer at her local pub trying to come up with the right words of outrage about Donald Trump and Council inspectors who chased them out of stealth camping sites. It seemed to her that somehow the language was being commodified. A language of transaction. Not only bought and sold itself, but somehow only capable of buying and selling stuff. On one level, it kept everything safe and in the shallows because people couldn't go deep or wide. On another level, it kept the practical purpose of the discussion front and centre at all times rather than accepting the possibility of a purely conversational dividend. It went from A to B with no allowance for emotional alphabet soup. It was about the head and had no heart. Listening, Rochelle resolved to introduce new role plays in her teaching back in Japan. How to Pick Up a Guy at the Local Laundromat. Will the Crazy Fat Kid Send a Missile to Guam? It was her little way to build a different kind of bridge, she thought to herself.
During the term breaks at the English language college in Osaka, Rochelle would fly back to New Zealand to listen to English. Not the Kiwi English she was brought up with or used when visiting her nan, a language with dozens of words for fish alone, but the final product of the Euro-English that she taught. Nowadays, her native country was a place where kids from all over the world drove cheap vans, tramped the way Kiwis didn't anymore, and scammed bird baths in public toilets. And, they all spoke the same highly efficient, concise and non-judgemental English that people like her were teaching from set curricula around the globe. She sat in a Queenstown cafe and listened to a French DJ and German girl who'd been working on a dairy farm struggle to flirt with each other. Back home in Auckland, she listened to Italians and Swedes drunk on cheap Tui beer at her local pub trying to come up with the right words of outrage about Donald Trump and Council inspectors who chased them out of stealth camping sites. It seemed to her that somehow the language was being commodified. A language of transaction. Not only bought and sold itself, but somehow only capable of buying and selling stuff. On one level, it kept everything safe and in the shallows because people couldn't go deep or wide. On another level, it kept the practical purpose of the discussion front and centre at all times rather than accepting the possibility of a purely conversational dividend. It went from A to B with no allowance for emotional alphabet soup. It was about the head and had no heart. Listening, Rochelle resolved to introduce new role plays in her teaching back in Japan. How to Pick Up a Guy at the Local Laundromat. Will the Crazy Fat Kid Send a Missile to Guam? It was her little way to build a different kind of bridge, she thought to herself.
Enlightenment is often presumed, but can never be proven, how convenient for the multitude of fakers.

#dialogue #soullesson #yoga #writer #messenger #humor #Reposttuesday
#fun #enlightened #enlightening #enlightenment #soullesson #teaching #spiritualguide #handwrittennote #shortstory #parody #comedy #quote #wisdomquotes #igpoet #myart #foodforthought #kachkatie
MAGIC PENCIL

There was a man who make a  pencil from Pinocchio's nose

On the paper he wrote, "SUMMER"

And the long summer season happened and it never end

On the second paper he wrote, "BIAS"

And all the people around him kept arguing and judging with each defective and flawed opinion that they had

One day he grew tired and decided to write the last word

On the paper he wrote, "TRUTH"

And nothing happened

In his anger, he broke the pencil and threw it on the barren soil

On that spot, a big oak tree grew from the remnants of the pencil and until this day,

It has been known as

PINOCCHIO'S NOSE

#tree #imagination #writing #story #shortstory #tale #magic #pencil #insta #instagram #summer #bias #truth #about #liar #pinocchio #nose #rhetorical
MAGIC PENCIL There was a man who make a pencil from Pinocchio's nose On the paper he wrote, "SUMMER" And the long summer season happened and it never end On the second paper he wrote, "BIAS" And all the people around him kept arguing and judging with each defective and flawed opinion that they had One day he grew tired and decided to write the last word On the paper he wrote, "TRUTH" And nothing happened In his anger, he broke the pencil and threw it on the barren soil On that spot, a big oak tree grew from the remnants of the pencil and until this day, It has been known as PINOCCHIO'S NOSE #tree  #imagination  #writing  #story  #shortstory  #tale  #magic  #pencil  #insta  #instagram  #summer  #bias  #truth  #about  #liar  #pinocchio  #nose  #rhetorical 
‪Let’s celebrate our birthday month on WEDNESDAY, 10/25, 6-9pm, with pizza at Shakey’s! 25% of all food orders will be donated to our #Lowride4Lit campaign for our Mobile Art Lab!🚙🎨✏️‬
‪Let’s celebrate our birthday month on WEDNESDAY, 10/25, 6-9pm, with pizza at Shakey’s! 25% of all food orders will be donated to our #Lowride4Lit  campaign for our Mobile Art Lab!🚙🎨✏️‬
Siang siang,  runing ke bukit 😏😏 nanaaas nannaaasss 😁
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👉 Gunung Pegat - Ponggok - Blitar 
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23/10/2017 - Yesterday’s rather rushed #Inktober and the #BookMonsters have completed their three trials. Deckle is now very wise! Dogeared is so brave and Dimple is kind as can be
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They now need to continue their adventure, so I need your help please
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What happens next? :D
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#drawing #art #illustration #sketch #ink #pen #illustrate #BookMonster #inktober2017 #adventure #shortstory #inktoberstory #story #writing #artwork #pencil #socialmedia #alineaday #dimple #dogeared #deckle #brave #kind #wise #bravery #kindness #trials
23/10/2017 - Yesterday’s rather rushed #Inktober  and the #BookMonsters  have completed their three trials. Deckle is now very wise! Dogeared is so brave and Dimple is kind as can be . They now need to continue their adventure, so I need your help please . What happens next? :D . . . #drawing  #art  #illustration  #sketch  #ink  #pen  #illustrate  #BookMonster  #inktober2017  #adventure  #shortstory  #inktoberstory  #story  #writing  #artwork  #pencil  #socialmedia  #alineaday  #dimple  #dogeared  #deckle  #brave  #kind  #wise  #bravery  #kindness  #trials 
Eternally grateful...
Eternally grateful...
23/10/2017 - Yesterday’s rather rushed #Inktober and the #BookMonsters have completed their three trials. Deckle is now very wise! Dogeared is so brave and Dimple is kind as can be
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They now need to continue their adventure, so I need your help please
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What happens next? :D
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#drawing #art #illustration #sketch #ink #pen #illustrate #BookMonster #inktober2017 #adventure #shortstory #inktoberstory #story #writing #artwork #pencil #socialmedia #alineaday #dimple #dogeared #deckle #brave #kind #wise #bravery #kindness #trials
23/10/2017 - Yesterday’s rather rushed #Inktober  and the #BookMonsters  have completed their three trials. Deckle is now very wise! Dogeared is so brave and Dimple is kind as can be . They now need to continue their adventure, so I need your help please . What happens next? :D . . . #drawing  #art  #illustration  #sketch  #ink  #pen  #illustrate  #BookMonster  #inktober2017  #adventure  #shortstory  #inktoberstory  #story  #writing  #artwork  #pencil  #socialmedia  #alineaday  #dimple  #dogeared  #deckle  #brave  #kind  #wise  #bravery  #kindness  #trials 
Do you think that love is really complicated???
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Short story 😔😔
Tidak semua orang beruntung bisa makan malam bersama keluarga tercinta. Jadi jangan sia-siakan waktu yang kamu miliki.
#story #shortstory #cerpen #ceritapendek
Short story 😔😔 Tidak semua orang beruntung bisa makan malam bersama keluarga tercinta. Jadi jangan sia-siakan waktu yang kamu miliki. #story  #shortstory  #cerpen  #ceritapendek 
"I'm ready to solve the riddle." Said the little girl. #life #riddle // "Aku siap memecahkan teka-tekinya." Kata gadis kecil itu. #tekateki #hidup #story #cerita #shortstory #ceritapendek #improv #imagination #illustration #illustrator pic by @chantasticpics
หนังสือมีความคลาสสิคในตัวมันเองแบบที่e-bookไม่มี ปีนี้ไม่ได้ไป เลยฝากน้องหิ้วมา 😋
 มีไว้ (ถมที่) ก็อุ่นใจ

#book #detectivebook #classic #shortstory #crime #detective #investigate #sherlockholmes #sherleyjackson #arthurconandoyle
Warum ich, fragte er.
Warum nicht sie, fragte er.
Was soll das, fragte er.
Was kann ich tuen, fragte er.
Doch es wusste keine Antwort.

#Story #Poem #Shortstory #Kurzgeschichte #Gedicht #Geschichte #Schicksal #Destiny #Question #Frage #Info #Winterberg #Kommis
Es freut mich sehr, das euch die letzte Geschichte so gefallen hat, aber alles hat ein Ende und irgendwann muss auch mal weiter gehen! Also, also nächstes habe ich für euch ein kleines Gedicht über das Schicksal.
Viel Spaß damit!

Wichtig: Ich wurde mehrmal jetzt darauf hingewiesen, das meine Rechtschreibung im moment nicht das beste sei. Das tut mir natürlich leid und ich bemühe mich das wieder grade zu richten.

Wichtig: Das nächste Bild ist nicht von mir:
https://pixabay.com/de/chinesisch-schriftzeichen-676651/

Euch noch einen schönen Tag

#Story #Poem #Shortstory #Kurzgeschichte #Gedicht #Geschichte #Schicksal #Destiny #Question #Frage #Info #Winterberg #Kommis
Es freut mich sehr, das euch die letzte Geschichte so gefallen hat, aber alles hat ein Ende und irgendwann muss auch mal weiter gehen! Also, also nächstes habe ich für euch ein kleines Gedicht über das Schicksal. Viel Spaß damit! Wichtig: Ich wurde mehrmal jetzt darauf hingewiesen, das meine Rechtschreibung im moment nicht das beste sei. Das tut mir natürlich leid und ich bemühe mich das wieder grade zu richten. Wichtig: Das nächste Bild ist nicht von mir: https://pixabay.com/de/chinesisch-schriftzeichen-676651/ Euch noch einen schönen Tag #Story  #Poem  #Shortstory  #Kurzgeschichte  #Gedicht  #Geschichte  #Schicksal  #Destiny  #Question  #Frage  #Info  #Winterberg  #Kommis 
ある短編小説のためのキャラメルのオマケ 〜Tiny toys for a short story〜
#illustrator #papercutting #ceramics #tinytoys #aboxofcandy #shortstory #mycomyco#イラストレーター#切り紙#磁器# 絵付け#短編小説#キャラメルのオマケ #フジモトマイコ
Short story behind these two drawings...I drew these in 2nd grade, and lost the other characters due to a very quick and needed move a few years later. While drawing,  I was trying to impress someone and I eventually learned that, that person did not deserve my time and effort. I never got back the many things and drawings I lost, but I did learn that art is an amazing way to cope with hard times after learning I could draw in 2nd grade. I'm glad to still have these drawings and enough talent to continue making art. 
#art #drawing #color #old #grumpy #dopey #snowwhite #disney #learn #shortstory #story #impress #independent #strong #hobby #copingskills
Short story behind these two drawings...I drew these in 2nd grade, and lost the other characters due to a very quick and needed move a few years later. While drawing, I was trying to impress someone and I eventually learned that, that person did not deserve my time and effort. I never got back the many things and drawings I lost, but I did learn that art is an amazing way to cope with hard times after learning I could draw in 2nd grade. I'm glad to still have these drawings and enough talent to continue making art. #art  #drawing  #color  #old  #grumpy  #dopey  #snowwhite  #disney  #learn  #shortstory  #story  #impress  #independent  #strong  #hobby  #copingskills 
the forest around us shed its leaves in the relentless wind. my skin was clammy with the ice & salt of the mountains. “look at the diamonds”, he said and shuffled his fur, dusted with dew drops. when i bent down to touch my face against him, his wet black head smelled of smoke & cold air 💎 #forest #autumn #mountains #wanderlust #hiking #dog #sheltie #black #white #photography #picoftheday #naturephotography #dew #diamonds #outside #wilderness #girl #adventure #shortstory #fog #weather #gloomy #moody #moodygrams #enjoy #goodlife #goodvibes #goodtimes
the forest around us shed its leaves in the relentless wind. my skin was clammy with the ice & salt of the mountains. “look at the diamonds”, he said and shuffled his fur, dusted with dew drops. when i bent down to touch my face against him, his wet black head smelled of smoke & cold air 💎 #forest  #autumn  #mountains  #wanderlust  #hiking  #dog  #sheltie  #black  #white  #photography  #picoftheday  #naturephotography  #dew  #diamonds  #outside  #wilderness  #girl  #adventure  #shortstory  #fog  #weather  #gloomy  #moody  #moodygrams  #enjoy  #goodlife  #goodvibes  #goodtimes 
Ya know, it’s a new one. Link in bio ••• #stoner #weird #weed #blogger #blogging #story #shortstory #stranger #nighttime #nightmare
"Short stories always catches my attention since they are short and can be finished at your own pace and whims. This book has different flavoured stories. From stories with social issues to stories about life and loss, this book has all. What I loved about this book is that the book tells you the story without giving away much. It is up to the readers how they want to interpret it."
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"Short stories always catches my attention since they are short and can be finished at your own pace and whims. This book has different flavoured stories. From stories with social issues to stories about life and loss, this book has all. What I loved about this book is that the book tells you the story without giving away much. It is up to the readers how they want to interpret it." 💢 🌟🌟🌟🌟 stars for this book. 💢 For full review go to the link in my bio. 💢 This Book Review is a part of The @readerscosmos Book Review Program and Book Promotions. 💢 💢 #bookreview  #bookrecommendations  #blogger  #bookblogger  #goodbooks  #goodreads  #shortstory  #indianblogger  #indianauthors  #bookish  #bookishphotography  #booklove  #bookworm  #bookaddict  #bookaholic  #bookstagram  #bookstagramindia  #instabook  #instaread 
CHAPTER 2

A scream.

Music.

The people were cheerful. There was music in the air and they were already thinking about the next day. The day of the wedding. They already knew how much fun they were going to have, what with the dancing, the drinking and the food. The food. There needed to be enough to feed the whole village, plus the indigenous people from the mountains.

A scream.

Laughter. 
The butchery had started few hours before, and some pigs had already been “treated”. Limbs were hanging around all over the place, dripping their last tears of blood. He just couldn’t stop thinking of them as tears. There was an inner brutality and sadism in what was happening around him. Death is natural. Killing for food is natural. But keeping someone tied up while you’re killing her friends, siblings and lovers in front of him is just insane. Even if they are all animals. But that’s not something a lot of people think about. “Damn!” He said, one foot sliding into the centre of a puddle. “Hey bro, pay attention” Bob said. “It’s already slippery out here, and with all the blood it’s even worse.”
He looked at his foot and realised it was red. Only then did he see the small river leading from the tables to where he was stood.

A scream.
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CHAPTER 2 A scream. Music. The people were cheerful. There was music in the air and they were already thinking about the next day. The day of the wedding. They already knew how much fun they were going to have, what with the dancing, the drinking and the food. The food. There needed to be enough to feed the whole village, plus the indigenous people from the mountains. A scream. Laughter. The butchery had started few hours before, and some pigs had already been “treated”. Limbs were hanging around all over the place, dripping their last tears of blood. He just couldn’t stop thinking of them as tears. There was an inner brutality and sadism in what was happening around him. Death is natural. Killing for food is natural. But keeping someone tied up while you’re killing her friends, siblings and lovers in front of him is just insane. Even if they are all animals. But that’s not something a lot of people think about. “Damn!” He said, one foot sliding into the centre of a puddle. “Hey bro, pay attention” Bob said. “It’s already slippery out here, and with all the blood it’s even worse.” He looked at his foot and realised it was red. Only then did he see the small river leading from the tables to where he was stood. A scream. @corinneredfern #documentaryphotography  #reportage  #myfeatureshoot  #liveautentic  #lensculture  #voyaguerdumond  #globeshotz  #globe_people  #people_infinity  #wildworld  #philippines  #udalo  #mindoro #whpadventure  #olympusomd  #canon  #natgeo  #gettyreportage  #photographer  #photojournalist  #prewedding  #catering #chapter2   #shortstory  #blackandwhite  #blackandwhitephotography #travelphotography  #travellinglifestyle  #francescobrembati 
"He suddenly looked up, his problem was still unsolved, and there was in the air that sense of the hour before the dawn, which is so dread to doubtful life. 
The noise of the rats had ceased. Indeed it seemed to him it must have ceased but lately and that it was the sudden cessation which had disturbed him."
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Ep. 9 has just been released! There is nothing like a good ol' Gothic tale. And wait till you hear the kind of bedtime stories Bram Stoker's mom used to tell him! .
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#bramstoker #dracula #halloween #shortstory #shortstories #readinglist #reading #horror #horrorstory #gothic #storiesfortheroad #podcast
"He suddenly looked up, his problem was still unsolved, and there was in the air that sense of the hour before the dawn, which is so dread to doubtful life. The noise of the rats had ceased. Indeed it seemed to him it must have ceased but lately and that it was the sudden cessation which had disturbed him." . . . Ep. 9 has just been released! There is nothing like a good ol' Gothic tale. And wait till you hear the kind of bedtime stories Bram Stoker's mom used to tell him! . . . #bramstoker  #dracula  #halloween  #shortstory  #shortstories  #readinglist  #reading  #horror  #horrorstory  #gothic  #storiesfortheroad  #podcast 
It's  imaginary thing but she's really a strom.  You have to learn how to handle her. You may get burned. You may get hurt. Handle her with your love. Calm her with your touch. Calm her with you presense. But don't let her calm her fire. It will help you too survive the situations which will question you love.

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It's imaginary thing but she's really a strom. You have to learn how to handle her. You may get burned. You may get hurt. Handle her with your love. Calm her with your touch. Calm her with you presense. But don't let her calm her fire. It will help you too survive the situations which will question you love. #Peacewrites  #love  #poems  #story  #shortstory  #poetry  #feelings  #truth  #experienced  #faith  #peace  #instapoerty #foodceleb #instawords  #two_souls  #realstory  #beautiful  #igwrites  #inlove  #complicated  #sayings  #matter_of_time  #expressed #wordstoliveby #loveher #never_give_up_on_her 
Karen’s Christmas Vests

Karen prided herself most in her vests, only secondly to playing the guitar, and thirdly to collecting butterflies. 
She had every vest for every occasion. 
Halloween? check
Saint Patrick’s day? Check
Fourth of July? CHECK 
The biggest vest occasion for Karen was the Christmas season. 
Every year you could count on Karen strapping on one of her holiday vests over a warm turtle neck, t shirt, or dress shirt with matching gaudy necklaces and earrings to match. 
You never knew what to expect from Karen as she was very handy with a glue gun and had access to a multitude of shit to glue onto her vests.  Karens favorite vest was delightfully awful.  To try to describe it would not do it justice.  Lets just say it involved ACTUALL miniature Christmas trees…WTF 
Karens vests were lit before “lit” was a thing (meaning she put actual Christmas fucking lights on a vest). Karens vests were “ugly” before “ugly” sweater parties were a thing. 
I miss Karen.

#etsy #christmastree #christmasvest #90sfashion #90s #shortstory #story #etsyseller #etsysellersofinstagram
Karen’s Christmas Vests Karen prided herself most in her vests, only secondly to playing the guitar, and thirdly to collecting butterflies. She had every vest for every occasion. Halloween? check Saint Patrick’s day? Check Fourth of July? CHECK The biggest vest occasion for Karen was the Christmas season. Every year you could count on Karen strapping on one of her holiday vests over a warm turtle neck, t shirt, or dress shirt with matching gaudy necklaces and earrings to match. You never knew what to expect from Karen as she was very handy with a glue gun and had access to a multitude of shit to glue onto her vests. Karens favorite vest was delightfully awful. To try to describe it would not do it justice. Lets just say it involved ACTUALL miniature Christmas trees…WTF Karens vests were lit before “lit” was a thing (meaning she put actual Christmas fucking lights on a vest). Karens vests were “ugly” before “ugly” sweater parties were a thing. I miss Karen. #etsy  #christmastree  #christmasvest  #90sfashion  #90s  #shortstory  #story  #etsyseller  #etsysellersofinstagram 
Part 2.3 
One more post after this to close out the first chapter of my GSL journal entries. Thanks for reading along. 
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The exact muddled, intoxicated bullshit I used to want plastered on all the walls of the city.

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Too much thinking - less lazy • more working. #writingcommunity #shortstory #writersofinstagram #poetry #writing
YOU GUYS ASKED FOR IT! My first ever fan fic story. Just swipe left to see what happens 🙈 Hope you guys like it! #fanfic #story #graysondolan #dolantwins #love #shortstory #kiss #love #fam #fan
October 23rd 2017 - #nostalgia 
He was rusty. It used to be easier. Simpler. But it had been sixteen years and he hadn't even practiced before this. And he wasn't nearly prepared for this. He thought he had left this world behind him. That he was done with this part of himself. That he was able to quiet the voices. That he could finally move forward properly. As a good man. But someone found him. Someone who knew what he was. Someone who threatened to reveal the truth. And he couldn't have that. He couldn't have that at all. 
#365 #365days #365photos #365stories #writersofinstagram #writing #shortstory #writer
October 23rd 2017 - #nostalgia  He was rusty. It used to be easier. Simpler. But it had been sixteen years and he hadn't even practiced before this. And he wasn't nearly prepared for this. He thought he had left this world behind him. That he was done with this part of himself. That he was able to quiet the voices. That he could finally move forward properly. As a good man. But someone found him. Someone who knew what he was. Someone who threatened to reveal the truth. And he couldn't have that. He couldn't have that at all. #365  #365days  #365photos  #365stories  #writersofinstagram  #writing  #shortstory  #writer 
Bachpan mai jab soo kar uttha 
tha tab bed gilla hota tha..
Aur aab mera pillow....😶
#crying #tears #loneliness #shortstory #fakepromises #fakepeople #shayari #wordsfromheart #sleeplessnights #latenighttalks #bachpan #pillowtalk #pillows #bed
Here is the #williamfaulkner duo by @literarylacquers 
The dusty reddish pink #cremepolish is #aroseforemily and the blue, orange, white, black, and #holo #glitterpolish is #thebestyouhave 
This is my #5050swatch which I think really shows off the individual types of #glitter in the #glittermix 
#swatch #nails #indiepolish #literarylacquers #literarylacquer #shortstory #unconventionalhalloween #rosey #redpolish #pinkpolish #indoorlighting #matte #mattenails #matteglitter #hologlitter
Here is the #williamfaulkner  duo by @literarylacquers The dusty reddish pink #cremepolish  is #aroseforemily  and the blue, orange, white, black, and #holo  #glitterpolish  is #thebestyouhave  This is my #5050swatch  which I think really shows off the individual types of #glitter  in the #glittermix  #swatch  #nails  #indiepolish  #literarylacquers  #literarylacquer  #shortstory  #unconventionalhalloween  #rosey  #redpolish  #pinkpolish  #indoorlighting  #matte  #mattenails  #matteglitter  #hologlitter 
Por cuestionar me hayo hoy en el centro de lo indescifrable. Es válido sentarse a orillas de lo que sea a aceptar que en frente de ti hay un nuevo comienzo, tuyo o ajeno, pero se encuentra para quien esté diseñado. Y si el impulso es consecuencia de una necesidad por permanecer y no por andar es tan simple como que la manzana madurará, pero no que provocará más vida que el árbol que la formó; es así de sencillo que no hace falta el agua para sumergimos y nadar. Más bien hace falta la astucia por concedernos un espacio dentro del perdón. Si para algo están diseñadas las orillas de lo que sea es para que evalúes los altos de los extremos. Estás en la falda del valle que reposa en la falda de la montaña,  al mismo tiempo estás en la cima de lo que sea que esté por debajo de esa orilla. Por eso cuestionas, porque es natural no saber y querer crecer para comprender. Lo que nos cuesta es aceptar que el crecimiento es un quiebre, una ruptura inevitable de puertas. Cuando se crece, las puertas no se abren, debemos derrumbarlas y clavarnos estillas para llevar cuenta de los pasajes que hemos derribado para crecer. Cada derrumbamiento produce un dolor y cada dolor se almacena en una cámara próxima a las emociones de picos opuestos. Pero ambas cámaras coincides en las orillas de sus lagos y nadan las aguas del otro. Eso es crecer, salir mojado de un dolor armonioso o de una felicidad nostálgica. No es agua y aceite sino fondo y cima de una orilla tocándote los pies. 
Hasta eso se cuestiona, para terminar formando dudas tras dudas hasta que ya no tienes fuerzas para lidiar con tanto, regresas a despejar la mente, a deshacerte de las cargas. ¡Lo haces, de hecho! Las estillas de las puertas no salen, no sanan, no dejan de hincar. .
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Por cuestionar me hayo hoy en el centro de lo indescifrable. Es válido sentarse a orillas de lo que sea a aceptar que en frente de ti hay un nuevo comienzo, tuyo o ajeno, pero se encuentra para quien esté diseñado. Y si el impulso es consecuencia de una necesidad por permanecer y no por andar es tan simple como que la manzana madurará, pero no que provocará más vida que el árbol que la formó; es así de sencillo que no hace falta el agua para sumergimos y nadar. Más bien hace falta la astucia por concedernos un espacio dentro del perdón. Si para algo están diseñadas las orillas de lo que sea es para que evalúes los altos de los extremos. Estás en la falda del valle que reposa en la falda de la montaña, al mismo tiempo estás en la cima de lo que sea que esté por debajo de esa orilla. Por eso cuestionas, porque es natural no saber y querer crecer para comprender. Lo que nos cuesta es aceptar que el crecimiento es un quiebre, una ruptura inevitable de puertas. Cuando se crece, las puertas no se abren, debemos derrumbarlas y clavarnos estillas para llevar cuenta de los pasajes que hemos derribado para crecer. Cada derrumbamiento produce un dolor y cada dolor se almacena en una cámara próxima a las emociones de picos opuestos. Pero ambas cámaras coincides en las orillas de sus lagos y nadan las aguas del otro. Eso es crecer, salir mojado de un dolor armonioso o de una felicidad nostálgica. No es agua y aceite sino fondo y cima de una orilla tocándote los pies. Hasta eso se cuestiona, para terminar formando dudas tras dudas hasta que ya no tienes fuerzas para lidiar con tanto, regresas a despejar la mente, a deshacerte de las cargas. ¡Lo haces, de hecho! Las estillas de las puertas no salen, no sanan, no dejan de hincar. . . #RMMillan  . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #boaNoite  #writing  #writer  #escritor  #story  #love  #script  #screenplay  #bogota  #shortstory  #amor  #literature  #literatura  #fragment  #letter  #water  #Venezuela  #Caracas  #avila  #igers  #nature  #colombia  #poetry  #promise  #boys  #lovers  #growth  #movie  #book 
https://tellmeyourstory.in/the-secret-tunnel/
https://tellmeyourstory.in/the-secret-tunnel/
Once upon a time, she played with the magic of the light
Once upon a time, she talked to the magic of the light 
And she was happy so happy, as she made circles and built castles in the sands of time
But soon she forgot about the light 
She began putting her trust in things and people
And as she got older, she sought after the magic everywhere and in everyone... Even though she experienced heartache after heartache, from chasing the illusions that dangled in front of her, she knew there was something that was real
Her longing and knowing were relentless and kept calling, and pulling at her 
Then, one day, she stopped! She sat down to feel, she sat down in remembering her happiness, she sat down in stillness to ponder where had she forgot
The light emerged from deep within and whispered "I have been with you all along" .
Artist: @obrazkovani .
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Once upon a time, she played with the magic of the light Once upon a time, she talked to the magic of the light And she was happy so happy, as she made circles and built castles in the sands of time But soon she forgot about the light She began putting her trust in things and people And as she got older, she sought after the magic everywhere and in everyone... Even though she experienced heartache after heartache, from chasing the illusions that dangled in front of her, she knew there was something that was real Her longing and knowing were relentless and kept calling, and pulling at her Then, one day, she stopped! She sat down to feel, she sat down in remembering her happiness, she sat down in stillness to ponder where had she forgot The light emerged from deep within and whispered "I have been with you all along" . Artist: @obrazkovani . • • • • • • #writersuniverse  #indianwriters  #poetsofinstagram  #_thewriterslounge_  #nywriters  #writersofnyc  #njwriter  #artlixirpoetry  #artlixirfresh  #herheartpoetry  #shortstory  #shortstories  #light  #poemsporn  #poemsforthesoul  #power  #wordsinart  #typewriter  #honestlyworded  #onceuponatime  #selflove 
two dinosaurs met once 
on the path down by the river
and neither one would budge
to let the other pass.
“why are you in my way?”
roared the big one.
“it's all in how you look at it -
you are the one in my way,”
grumbled back
the even bigger one.
faced with few options,
they started to eat one another
until both were half-consumed.
“i was wrong,” they both thought
before drifting off. 
surely, it's the path’s fault. 
there can never be 
only one path…

@paul.ratner #writersofinstagram #mindfulness #quotesaboutlife #poetrycommunity #poetry #deepthoughts #philosophy #shortstory #wordgasm #wordsmith #spilledink #romanticquotes #poetrybyme #poetryisnotdead #cantsleep #spirituality #zen #spiritualawakening #instapoet #tired #constantvariable #heartofpoetsbloom #untwineme #globalwordsmiths #ruminations #bymepoetryamerica #dinosaur
two dinosaurs met once on the path down by the river and neither one would budge to let the other pass. “why are you in my way?” roared the big one. “it's all in how you look at it - you are the one in my way,” grumbled back the even bigger one. faced with few options, they started to eat one another until both were half-consumed. “i was wrong,” they both thought before drifting off. surely, it's the path’s fault. there can never be only one path… @paul.ratner #writersofinstagram  #mindfulness  #quotesaboutlife  #poetrycommunity  #poetry  #deepthoughts  #philosophy  #shortstory  #wordgasm  #wordsmith  #spilledink  #romanticquotes  #poetrybyme  #poetryisnotdead  #cantsleep  #spirituality  #zen  #spiritualawakening  #instapoet  #tired  #constantvariable  #heartofpoetsbloom  #untwineme  #globalwordsmiths  #ruminations  #bymepoetryamerica  #dinosaur 
The most heart wrenching and staggering thing I've seen.  But fortunate I got the chance to be there, if only for a little while.  So much love; so many prayers. ❤️
The most heart wrenching and staggering thing I've seen. But fortunate I got the chance to be there, if only for a little while. So much love; so many prayers. ❤️
You can now buy last year's Inktobers in my store! society6.com/hollydoesart 🖋😍🎃
You can now buy last year's Inktobers in my store! society6.com/hollydoesart 🖋😍🎃
Check out this full rambling of mine on commaful.com
Username: Bhintunar
Name of the story: Public Bus
This is my first attempt to write a story from a guy's point of view!
Do let me know how you find it 😉
Cheers!!! ❤
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The Ghost At a Your Bedroom Door

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#horror #ghost #shortstory
A loosely hung picture frame clattered against the ugly, brown painted walls, thunder shaking the old house. The woman wiped off the kitchen counters, scrubbing old dried pasta sauce ferociously. Her daughter was on the couch, covered completely in her favorite yellow blanket, holding tightly onto Chloe, her favorite doll and best friend in the whole world. She soothed the doll, "Don't you be scared now Chloe, that noise can't hurt you. You gotta be brave, ok, you gotta be brave!" Her mother smiled to herself, listening to her daughter's speech. She took a break from cleaning and walked over to the living room window, admiring the late fall storm. Trees bent and swung, looking like they might just snap right in half. The rain was pounding sideways against the house and the lightening was flashing every few seconds. The girl peeked from under her blanket. "Mama, get away from there that storm is gonna get you!" The woman laughed and kept her gaze on the quite spectacular show. "Oh honey, we're gonna be just fine. It really is something to see. How strong  nature can be. And how beautiful too. We should always stop and notice. Maybe it's trying to tell us something." The girl slid off the couch then, and crawled to her mother at the window, blanket still covering her whole. She peeked her eyes from under the blanket, and stood to watch the storm with her mother. They stood quietly for awhile, the mother's hand gently placed on the back of her daughter's head. The girl didn't turn away in fright, but stood confidently with her mother. Soon, the rain slowed, the trees stilled, the thunder stopped and the woman went back to her cleaning. Her daughter stayed at the window, studying the tiny individual rain drops scattered all over the glass window. She pointed them out to Chloe, explaining how pretty the rain was and that the thunder could be something pretty too. She curled up in her blanket, and watched the drops trickle down the window, the storm fading away, blue specks of sky peeking from the clouds. #writingoninstagram#writing#story#stories#storiesofinstagram#shortstory#iwanttiwrite#idontwanttoworkiwanttowrite#author#authorlife#readme#readthis#reading#book
A loosely hung picture frame clattered against the ugly, brown painted walls, thunder shaking the old house. The woman wiped off the kitchen counters, scrubbing old dried pasta sauce ferociously. Her daughter was on the couch, covered completely in her favorite yellow blanket, holding tightly onto Chloe, her favorite doll and best friend in the whole world. She soothed the doll, "Don't you be scared now Chloe, that noise can't hurt you. You gotta be brave, ok, you gotta be brave!" Her mother smiled to herself, listening to her daughter's speech. She took a break from cleaning and walked over to the living room window, admiring the late fall storm. Trees bent and swung, looking like they might just snap right in half. The rain was pounding sideways against the house and the lightening was flashing every few seconds. The girl peeked from under her blanket. "Mama, get away from there that storm is gonna get you!" The woman laughed and kept her gaze on the quite spectacular show. "Oh honey, we're gonna be just fine. It really is something to see. How strong nature can be. And how beautiful too. We should always stop and notice. Maybe it's trying to tell us something." The girl slid off the couch then, and crawled to her mother at the window, blanket still covering her whole. She peeked her eyes from under the blanket, and stood to watch the storm with her mother. They stood quietly for awhile, the mother's hand gently placed on the back of her daughter's head. The girl didn't turn away in fright, but stood confidently with her mother. Soon, the rain slowed, the trees stilled, the thunder stopped and the woman went back to her cleaning. Her daughter stayed at the window, studying the tiny individual rain drops scattered all over the glass window. She pointed them out to Chloe, explaining how pretty the rain was and that the thunder could be something pretty too. She curled up in her blanket, and watched the drops trickle down the window, the storm fading away, blue specks of sky peeking from the clouds. #writingoninstagram #writing #story #stories #storiesofinstagram #shortstory #iwanttiwrite #idontwanttoworkiwanttowrite #author #authorlife #readme #readthis #reading #book 
Find these two hottest fighter pilot's steamy romance in the Land of Enchantment. FREE on KU and Kindle today until Friday. 
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I'm late but #Inktober Day 19 - Mana from my #shortstory #UnderwaterRomance #Inktober2017 #watercolor