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I understand. "The one you wrote is called Love Story. Why did I say that it's a love story? It's because it didn't have any happy ending. Love Story is a Subgenre of Romance. It's a kind of genre with a different story point and goal to achieve something love is at stake, then it has a cruel ending at the end. Love Story shows the couple's growth and challenges in their life, which complicating with affairs." He explains, and then he sits down while staring at me. I nod at him, and it's my loss.

The final confrontation hit at dawn near an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. Fabian had used the burner phone to set a trap, luring the last of the hunters with false coordinates. Pyhna waited in the truck a safe distance away, heart in her throat, gripping the rifle he’d taught her to use.

“But you did leave. You said you’d come to get me, but you didn’t. You said you’d come after finishing the lawsuit, but three days have passed, and you still haven’t shown up.” His fingers clenched around the green dinosaur once more. The plastic made a “crackling” sound in his palm. He bent the dinosaur’s tail into a U-shape, even tighter than before. “Dad says you’re very busy. Aunt Anna says you don’t want to come back. I don’t know who to believe.” His voice dropped half a tone when he said “don’t know”. The word sounded like something a four-year-old shouldn’t feel—full of exhaustion. “But I know one thing: after you left, no one told me stories anymore. Dad won’t tell stories. Aunt Ann

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

she added without waiting for a reply. "Aunty hand bag , go and read your books. I wonder how you will pass your exams"Her mother bawled. They talked for what seems like forever before Hussain entered his mother's room. He greeted her happily. "Hussain, why didn't you tell your wife about the journey" his mother scolded him.

ONLY good stories can get you exclusive contracts, nothing else. ONLY good stories can get you a high profit, nothing else. ---- (asked like a dozen times today, so updated this question here. 20230915

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

A man hit by a car in New York in 1977 got up uninjured, but lay back down in front of the car when a bystander told him to pretend he was hurt so he could collect the insurance money. The car then rolled forward and crushed him I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

“How long have we known each other?” Jasmine asked her friend. Eyes on her, he answered. “Three years.” “Let's sit,” She said. He obliged and joined her on the stairs. He knew that whatever she has to say was heavy. She turned to him with a bright smile, “If you were a sex worker, how much would you charge for a week?” “An entire week?” Jasmine nodded. “Yes.” This was one of the reasons she loved him. His ability to entertain her many out-of-the-world questions without deeming her crazy or shushing her.