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This book talks of dark trials - low days, mind storms, hurtful bonds, and trust lost. But it also holds light: joy, bold will, strong roots, and loyal souls.This submission work is for TEGSA2025 (I know this is both first and final turn I talk of that lost symbol - but I must stay loyal to this constraint.)Hi! I am Aurora! Although most call tags as Aura or A.Now, you may ask - what's so distinct about my story or this book, that you'd want to flip through it?Truth is, you must find out for your own mind. But I can vow this - you'll spot a thing or two worth your focus.And if not? I still think you'll dig how it's told, as this book follows a bold constraint.Yup - this is a lipogram.So, try it as a fun trial: scan for any word with that symbol that lands just aft of "a, b, c, d..."No, I won't say it. Not now, not at all.…

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Silence claims the final breathNo questions asked, no answers beneathYet "DEAD '?' " lingers, a mysterious signA story unfolding, a soul's designIs it a stage of life to question still?A threshold to the unknown, unfulfilled?Or does it mean a dialogue within-Two fragments of a soul, a story to spin?Or does "Dead" here is just a muse, a concept born?A notion to explore, a theme to adorn?Or is it just a tale of the one lost her way?A woman who became a muse and faded away?…

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When a simple white feather drifts onto my table, it stirs something far beyond curiosity; a dream that blurs the line between real and imagined.Drawn into visions of snow-covered trees, soft winds, and a road made of light, the narrator chases the memory of a place that may not exist at all: Feather Snow Road.Is it a dream? Or a whisper from another world?Sometimes, the most unreal places leave the truest marks on our hearts.(Inspired by the mysterious, possibly mythic phrase "Feather Snow Road.")…

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Prompt #7 - Messing with old magic isn't always a good idea.Prompt #14 - A connection with an unworldly being has a cost: missing memories.Prompt #17 - It was just one stupid violin. It had been in my family for god knows how long and I just wanted to make a quick buck. I sold it... and I should've jumped ship the moment it wound back up in my house again the next night.…

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She woke with no memories of past.He sleep with their memories forever to last.She starts, pouring beats of love in chain.He stop, break just to fall in love again.They are shattered because of doubt.We think that's what the book is all about?Isn't it.. so tell me what the whisper which always tells her " don't believe him!"Who is that?Who should she believe, the whisper which she can only hear? Or the man which she can only see?What will she do when her life becomes like a Labyrinth?Note:- English is not my first language... pardon me for my mistakes... but do let me know so that I won't repeat it again...…

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In a world where reading is outlawed, one girl lights a candle - and a revolution.Mira lives in a city that fears curiosity. Words are forbidden, books are burned, and silence is the law. But when she discovers a scorched dictionary in the ruins of a library, she dares to do the unthinkable: read.What begins as a whispered lesson for a few children becomes a secret movement - the Underground Whisperers - and soon, her words spread further than she ever dreamed.As drones patrol the skies and propaganda fills the streets, Mira must decide how much she's willing to risk for a single, fragile word: hope.Because in the darkness, even one light can start a fire - and light cannot be outlawed.…

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A collection of poems so that my sunshine would always keep smiling ☺️And also if I write poems to dedicate someone present here or in my life.Well mostly it will be a collection of confidence, self love and motivation.And since I love butterflies so much, this would be a perfect start.🦋 Butterfly 🦋 It as a whole, so vivid and bright Makes it difficult to take away the sight Nature painted flowers are their throneEven flowers can't deny these flattery conBut they were not always like thisNever welcomed by any flying kissRather hated , trolled and mockedBut this transformation, left all shocked How can someone so ugly, be so pretty Who was shamed, now owns the crown of beauty How could it survive that hateWho has written its fate?It's a self made diva out thereOthers hurtful words and despair- Could not stop her to shine.Then why can't I have mine?Why can't I shut others damn mouth ?Why can't I overcome my self doubt?Transform my invisibility into a boon,And get into the self esteem cocoon.I will show all out there what I am ?I will draw the line of my palm.If it can do then why can't I ?I can too be a butterfly . -SANCHITA SAHU-…

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A short story collection which talks about simple little things of life in a satirical way. Or maybe a collection which comes into existence because of simple little living beings...Well to find out what this book is actually, you have to go through the first chapter at least.This book is written on the basis of different prompt based contests so stories can go wild sometimes Credit for such an interesting story writing idea goes to @katiegoesmeow…

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Contains horror imagery, skeletal themes, and eerie folklore... But not much gore content so it's not marked mature... If you feel uneasy with reading this, let know the writer in comments or message board and this will be marked mature within 24 hours...An entry for fall horror award."Every note is a wound, every rose a curse."In a village erased from every map, four children break the oldest rule-never follow the music. What they find is a song written in blood, a pact with the dead, and a haunting that never lets go.…

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[NaPoWriMo entry] Let me see if you can find all the 30 words that are used to create this following piece along with rest 30 in this bookIn the ephemeral dance of life, we sway-To the rhythm of the sea,in a cosmic way.Sonder moments touch ourhearts,as we share-A nostalgia for love, that echoes beyond compare.The rhapsody of waves, a symphony divine.Mirthful delight, in every lucid line.Eldritch beauty, in the stars above.Sillage of memories, that our souls can love.Like murmuration, we flock together, yet alone.Seeking El Dorado's heart, where love is made known.A cascade of sound, that our souls can hear.Cacophony of life, that brings us near.In the nyctophilia of night, we find our wayThrough the gambol of life, with a runic map to swayAbsquatulate no more, journey must go onWith aubade's promise, of a new dawnEunoia's beauty, in the camouflage of lifeSolivagant souls, seeking truth and strifeZephyr's gentle breeze, that brings us peaceVernal blooms, of love's sweet liberty releaseA crescendo of joy, that our souls can seeIn the beauty of life, wild and carefreeDelinquent no more, we find our wayThrough illicit desires, that lead us astraySamsara's fires, that test our mightA catalyst for growth, a breakthrough in sightAstral domain, where our spirits soarYugen's mystery, that we adoreBreakthrough moments, that fuel our heart,And guide us forward to a brand new start.-SANCHITA SAHU- It's a collection of poems based on challenge prompts available in the poet's corner book.The images are used from Google and pinterest.. Credit goes to the rightful owner...Daily updates until the challenge ends.…

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It's a warm, witty slice-of-life where coffee, biscotti, and honest talk peel back the layers of body image and self-worth. It's about choosing joy over comparison - and maybe mastering the art of cutting an avocado without stabbing yourself.…

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This poignant and uplifting narrative follows the journey of a young artist who finds solace and self-expression through painting. Despite life being difficult, the artist discovers a new sense of purpose and creativity. Through art, the artist conveys a powerful message of resilience, hope, and determination. With the support of her loving mother,the artist is shining bright like a North Star, showing direction to all those who think life is very difficult to live. This story is a testament to the human spirit's capacity for growth, creativity, and transformation.…

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When he sits down for a simple story, he doesn't expect tale to become real.Can he escape the cold shadow of a "grandma" who doesn't want him - or his mother - in her house?A dark, magical one-shot about frozen words, hidden truths, and the warmth that fights back against the cold.Written for CONTESTS AND CHALLENGES conducted by newlywrittenbooks…

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On a secluded beach that holds the echoes of the past, historian Lena discovers a diary, a memory stone, and letters that unveil love, joy, and family she never knew she had. As visions of long-forgotten summers and cherished memories envelop her, Lena realizes that some places never forget-and neither do hearts.One shot for the season anthology held by flash fiction community Prompt 4:- The Beach That RemembersReturning to your childhood summer home, you notice your footprints from years ago still embedded in the sand. As more echoes from the past start to surface, you realize this beach holds the memories of every summer you've lived... and the ones you've forgotten.…

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Written for STARDUST WRITING CONTESTIn a realm beyond mortal reach, a restless flame races across the infinite, yearning for a steadfast guardian bound by ancient laws. Their encounters ignite longing, sacrifice, and devotion that spans eons, witnessed by a solitary sentinel. A tale of love that defies fate itself, etched forever in the vault of eternity.…

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A/N:- Though the name echoes the Greek god of the west wind, in this tale Zephyros is something else entirely: a city long buried in sand and silence.Long erased from maps and memory, the lost city of Zephyros waits beneath the desert winds. Elara, a restless dreamer in a quiet orchard village, stumbles upon a journal that whispers warnings of the past-and a path to the ruins. With only Cyrus, a reluctant farmhand, at her side, she ventures into a temple where every stone breathes danger. What they find is not treasure, but a choice: power beyond kings, or a curse that will outlive them both. Yet when one Eye closes, another begins to wake...…

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What lies beneath memories,beneath the soul's darkest corners, beneath the myth, beneath shadows, beneath society, beneath deafening silence of domestic strife, beneath eternal search for freedom and meaning. and beneath existence itself.This evocative anthology, takes readers on a poetic voyage that drifts between nostalgia and loss, war and longing, myth and mysticism.It is a collection for dreamers, seekers, and those unafraid to look into the dark to find the light.…

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*Content Warning:*This poem contains themes of sexism, misogyny, and societal expectations that may be triggering for some readers. It also touches on topics like divorce, marital issues, and workplace challenges. Reader discretion is advised.Note that I have not glorified anything, but if you feel like I did, inform me, I will take it down within 24 hours or remove those lines.*Dedication:*To all the girls, women, and souls who have ever felt unseen, unheard, or misunderstood, I see you. I hear you. I believe in you. Keep shining, keep fighting, and never lose sight of your truth.*Story*This is a piece of writing, Donna gets from her grandmother's last belongings...…

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Two hearts. One love. A thousand doubts.Roma never believed the stories - that meeting your soulmate would flood the world with colour. She thought she was broken, trapped in greys no one else dared to mention. Until Julie.With her, colours bloomed, and so did a love Roma never thought she deserved. Colours of Us is a tender tale of first love, self-discovery, and the courage to hold on - even when the world says let go.This short fiction story is being written for TEEN FIX WRITING CONTEST that was conducted for pride month.EARLIER WAS CALLED:- PRIDE LOVE!…

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The ghosts demanded love. We gave them sarcasm... and maybe a kiss.Now I'm stuck in the afterlife with my worst enemy (who looks way too good in the dark, by the way).Ghosts are watching. Rules are piling up. And the scariest part?I might actually be falling for him.It's one shot for WHAT IN THE WATTPAD CONTEST.…