Miracles_The Unconditional Love of Vineet and Megha_Behind closed doors_Joy City
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Miracles
Author's note- This is a story about a new beginning, leaving behind resentment, loneliness and fear of losing someone. I stood there silently as a young couple passed me.They stopped. The girl pulled the boy back, standing right in front of me. She said something to him. The boy just smiled and pulled out a coin from his pocket handing it to her. The girl quickly closed her eyes and tossed the coin toward my direction. It splashed in the water around me, not in the basket that I held. I could hear the girl groan. The boy pulled out another coin.Another toss.The girl squealed. The coin landed ...
The Unconditional Love of Vineet and Megha
"The Unconditional Love of Vineet and Megha". SHORT STORYIt was a lovely morning. A strong breezy wind just crossed like a hell on her face, she was Megha a young charming girl walking beside the footpath. She was a mixed portion of innocence and more sensitive girl. Her father was a lovable and the caring person, but he never shows his immense love on her daughter. Her mother was not just like an ordinary mother but she was more than that like a good partner as well as a good friend. Megha was just doing her schooling and she was 14 years old, th...
Behind closed doors
Janice fixed her scarf with hairpins, behind her ears and across her temples, to make a hairband. She adjusted the bun at the top of her neck and hid the remaining of her camomile strands under the silk patterns - without metamorphosis, she struggled to slip into her evening role.She rolled down the iron curtain of her dry-cleaning shop and switched the sign on the door to “Closed”. Her hand glued to the top of her headscarf, and her long pleated dress floating in the wind, she rushed down to the bar at the corner of the littered street. Cherry blossom tainted the air of another spring evening...
Joy City
I am a Story Collector and Liaison for Newcomers here at Joy City. My day, rather my night starts as usual sitting at the reception desk. Mostly waiting for people to come in. Nighttime is a busy time for us at the reception but that day it was unusually quiet. There was no reason for it. Maybe everyone was happy down there. I knew that was impossible. But it was always good to hope for the best. That is when I saw him. He was a young skinny teenager wwww.onedoor.ccith dark skin and wavy black hair. He looked perplexed as he walked up the stairs to the reception floor. Most people are scared as they make th...