《Scrambled Tales》.00.
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THE WINDS WERE BLASTING.
The breezes were dancing around, crazily, wildly. And there's no sign of them stopping anytime soon. They won't be. For the war had just begun. Or perhaps someone is just lost in it. Some fragile soul that just lost a life.
A life that never came easy to her.
THE CAR CAME TO A HALT. She closes her eyes and gulps.
So this is it.
This is her new address. And she wanted it none.
Never did.
But now it's here, she is back in the city she left once.
The city where she was born. The city that witnessed her growing up. The city she spent twenty-one summers in. The city where she fall in love and then she left.
Just left.
With regrets and pain.
With blood and tears.
With a broken heart and shattered soul.
But that was years ago, now is quite a different case. At least she hopes that. At least this time.
And that's been there for her always.
Hope.
"Ayesha?" A call brings her back from her wonderland, and she smiles at her.
"Yes, Aunty?" She asks the Fariha, and even if she tries, she couldn't and she didn't miss the mist gathered near the corner for her old eyes.
"We have reached our destiny." She sigh, heavily, and nodded.
"We have." She said, looking around the lanes, the known lanes of Syed Ahmed Ali street.
She had been here before, she had been here all her life. And just as she came out of the car, Fariha holds her hand. Her hands still hold the warmth, even after everything. Fariha Aslam hasn't lost herself in the war. She had lost much more than that.
"Which one--" Ayesha started holding her hands, in hope that she wouldn't point towards the main road.
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Towards the house was painted in reddish orange with half-open iron gates. She almost prayed for that. But that's just what Fariha did. She pointed toward that house, and Ayesha didn't miss the blurry eyes or the shivering fingers when she follows her suit.
They pointed there.
The house is just next to it.
The creamed coloured walls with green borders, the black huge gates, closed.
"Aunty?" She calls softly, which made Fariha walk towards the gates, slowly, steadily. She opened the gate and stepped inside.
Ayesha stayed behind, closing her eyes for a second, then turned around asking the shifters to follow her.
She gulps when she crossed the threshold, the breezes this time welcomes her, and the fallen pink petals of bougainvillaea smiled when she stepped upon them. She had seen the house before from afar, but that was eons ago. Now she is here, this is her house.
A house she never wanted.
She gulps the thought with a smile. "Aunty you should take some rest, I will look after the shifters." She said as soon as she handed Fariha a glass of water.
Fariha smiled, "You will be taking the room on the first floor, the one with the open balcony?"
"It doesn't matter Aunty." She said and started walking towards Fariha's room to keep her belongings there.
But she heard it, and her steps halted, she gulps, "He wanted you to stay there if you ever come to this house."
She closes her eyes, sighed and nodded. Fariha keeps on looking at her retreating figure with a small smile and blurry eyes.
Life has not been easy on them, especially on that girl. But maybe this new start will do good to them, to her. She wished that for her.
She deserves that now.
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She deserves every bit of it and even more.
°°°
THE SUN HAD BIDDEN ITS FAREWELL FOR THE DAY. The strong wind passes as the open window crashes with one another, making an annoying sound.
"It's going to rain today. Allah where is the girl now."
Fariha is tensed, Ayesha is nowhere to be seen, her daughter is missing from her sight and she can't handle it. She moves towards the backyard and the door keeps on flapping when she sees it.
A scene so known, a soul so pure.
The showers pour, and she stands on the grass barefooted in her white churidar, her dupatta lying in the mud as she twirls around, dancing in the rain.
For once Fariha was shocked and ready to drag her inside, but then she saw her, the smile and then the mists. Her steps halted there, and she turns back.
The petrichor has touched the land, the sky is mourning.
So was her.
And she let her.
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The soft breeze passed as he steps near the balcony terrace door, and a whisper of love travelled to his ears. He closes his eyes, losing him a memory, her memory, a sweet smile.
The familiar pair of honey-brown orbs come to life as they glisten with happiness and mists, the past tonnes of laughter echoing through the hallway filling his soul with peace. Little drizzles and zephyrs surround them as she stands there, letting the tempest engulf her.
Clad in her white dress, barefoot on the ground. And she dances amongst them, winds sway themselves along as the two lovers come to a union.
A love worth fighting for.
A love of eternity, yet a lifetime apart.
He opens his eyes and steps down on the wet floor of the terrace.
Showers are strong now, as he drenches in the rain.
A smile.
Long lost those days she used to be here, she is not here today, her memories are, always will be.
And then he blinks, waiting for the figure to fade away just like any other time, but it didn't. So turned around and started moving back towards the door, only to look back for once. And it was gone.
Faded.
Just like it always had been.
But was it?
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UNWANTED Wife (ENGLISH)
I never wanted her.I never liked her.I never loved her.I despised...loathed...hated her.But it only takes one night and my feelings for her changes forever .I thought, I will have my forever now...But...I'm too late.
8 374The Ruined Monks of Rothfield Monastery
Erin is the youngest member of the dark monks; a supernatural brotherhood whose ultimate mission is to improve the dire circumstances of poor, war-torn villages using powers unique to each member. Or so he was led to believe. Erin, like his brothers, does not age, and that is, unfortunately, the only trait he shares with them. He cannot charm or compel like Woodrow, he cannot cast illusions like Knox, he was not swift like Swithin, not powerful like Blake. He was barely an assistant to his dear brother Wilbur, with his herbology and alchemy. He was told to lie low and make himself scarce. That is what he did. The dark monks temporarily reside in abandoned monasteries scattered around the country, feeding the poor and healing the sick, nurturing the monastic lands until it was fertile enough to raise crops and rear animals. As the years passed, they would leave these reformed, repopulated, self-sustaining monasteries and venture froth to help the next settlement. Yet, after years of toiling and quiet servitude, Erin notices that people and the country itself are declining. The villagers look gaunt, the once-lush soil now barren and cracked. He begins to feel disheartened, thinking that their mission is proving futile. Still, their leader Blake is steadfast and charges onward, and lately has his eyes set on a certain monastery in a thick, thorned forest that seems to diminish, even nullify their powers. A thick forest that Erin somehow has a connection to. A thorned glade where an ethereal voice calls his name with one simple request along with a promise:Heal the land, child. Heal the land and I promise to give you sanctuary so long as you stay. I promise to nurture you as you nurture me. As Erin cultivates the land, the land, in turn, gifts all its caretakers with new, enhanced skillsets on top of their unique powers -- skills of protection, healing, and magic. Magic. Erin had long wished to see the world fill with it again. The people, regardless of common or noble blood, still believe that magic will enter this world again. Magic to bless the king like it did the Saints. Magic to dispel the miasma befouling the world. Magic to bring back the fae folk and their many forms. It is up to Erin to forge the many paths leading to a bright future; to build a prosperous paradise that welcomes all races and bloodlines, by mastering the rewards gained through agriculture, horticulture, and animal husbandry, smithing, crafting, and fishing. Erin may also find a lifelong friendship and romance with his neighbor, Claude, if he decides to pursue him, and may even join him in the military campaign outside the monastery. The darkness still lurks outside, after all, and the mastery of his skills, along with a few good friends, may finally be enough to turn the tide in their favor. Most of all, Erin wants to keep the vow he set for himself: to protect everyone and everything he loves until his dying breath.
8 115It All Started With a TESTPAPER
u n e d i t e d "Write your name if the statement is correct and write your crush's name if the statement is wrong. NO ERASURE."-This instruction is the plot twist of Aria's 2018 year.Aria Bernadette Valencia is just a typical girl in campus. Simpleng babae lang na nangangarap din na mapansin ng crush niya. 'Til the testpaper came to her life. She accidentally put Tristan Ros' name, her crush since they were in 7th Grade. But little did she know, Tristan Ros has feelings for her too 'til he decided to court Aria.Will Aria accept Tristan Ros in her life? Will they end up being together? Or not because Erica Fraide will come, the childhood sweetheart of Tristan, to ruin their happy ending.
8 271Jin the Devil of Remnant
Jin has finish off his father Kazuya. After all this blood shed that have spilled because of the Misima Blood. Jin now is to weak and have too many injuries. Right now Jin is at the place where his father killed his grandfather Heihachi and the demon that was sent to him kill him Akuma. Everything is collapsing around Jin as he couldn't move or anything as everything is falling apart. But Jin didn't care anymore he's thankful for everyone for helping him in this journey. With so much blood that had been spilled because of Misima Blood, Devil gen, and everything the war as well. Now as Jin looks up to the cloudy dark night sky he smirks because now... everything is now over.But... it wasn't for him. What would happen if Jin kazama was teleported to another land.. no another world where no one knows or what kind fighting, language, or even hair style he has? what if he meets the beasts that rule this world? what would happen that... Jin has a second chance of life that can make him at peace. Jin now is young and now need to survive or does he? what happen if he meets a family that would change his second life? find out as Jin Kazama fights, saves, and protect the one he cares in his heart.(Author: I don't own images, rwby, music, tekken, and Namco.)
8 119Meet Cute
Arthur and Arabella really ought to stop meeting like this.[#8 short story / #80 teen fiction]
8 140' why is it fun? ' saiki x haikyuu
"Author, What idiotic shenanigans are you going to put me in now?""Nothing much, Just gonna make you exetremly OOC and make you like volleyball for the Haikyuu cast to fall in love with you.""This is why there is no god."ORSaiki Kusuo has went to Miyagi for his new disastrous adventure. As He complains about the author for making him and other people out of character, He has also went to a new school. Karasuno. Follow Kusuo in his new disaster, a new environment where He gets new nuisances to deal with!
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