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A short story inspired by the poem “Ode to a Nightingale” by John Keats.
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My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness,— That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease. O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim: Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music:—Do I wake or sleep?
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4 weeks ago · Updated to #26
Life is collectively referred to as a dark fantasy, although many of us attempt incorporating ideas in our head, searching for ways to escape reality. I for one believe anything that can befriend you, can kill.
Every creature has a dark side but mine doesn't have my best interests at heart, I mumble short prayers, locking all the doors and windows shut.
Every step I took upstairs, made the wooden stairs creek, I keep having this feeling am been followed but every time I look back, am left with goosebumps and my head increasing in size.
I swallowed an imaginary saliva down my throat and continue walking up slowly otherwise I will freak out and run upstairs, that will mess up my night.
If you know anything about darkness, you'll know it leaves no room for the weakest heart. This foreign presence happens whenever am home alone, I made a research on the life beyond and discovered that the level of one's fear determines how far we're willing to let the darkness in.
I gently crawl under the duvet and sleep on my right side facing the door, my heartbeat was accelerating, you could hear every beat of it. 2,3,4 minutes later, the gruesome feeling was gone and I accidentally took a nap that lasted for two minutes until my ears picked a creaking footstep 👣 approaching in the direction of my room, dragging a metal object on the wall, I froze on the bed.
I searched for my phone under the duvet and my eyes found it far on the table which was close to the door, this wasn't a normal circumstance so, my mind is blank.
"Do you wanna play", the voice said, sounding distant but very near. That was when I remembered all the short phrases used in horror movies, I stupidly find myself screaming them one by one.
Is anyone out there?
"Who the hell are you?"
Show yourself coward.
"What do you want from me?"
The noise died down and just when I thought it's over, the door to my room was kicked open with full force.
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1 month ago · Updated to #6
[Glimpse from the book👇👇👇]
"You're avoiding the topic, he is not a regular fuck boy you know?
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1 month ago · Updated to #11
Aiyë's fractured memories hide a truth she can't grasp. When she meets Dr. Thanwa, an inexplicable bond forms, unlocking fragments of her forgotten past. But each revelation brings danger closer.
As reality shifts around them, Aiyë and Dr. Thanwa race to uncover a secret that will shatter their understanding of identity and connection. In this mind-bending journey, the truth may be more terrifying than the lies protecting it
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2 months ago · Updated to #9
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Nineteen-year-old Stella must overcome her fear of horses to save her reputation as a Grove Station Farms riding instructor.
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Nineteen-year-old Stella must overcome her fear of horses to save her reputation as a Grove Station Farms riding instructor.
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Stella does not believe she will return to the saddle, but that doesn't mean she still feels connected with the farm where she teaches. To save her reputation and regain her confidence, she has to get on the farm's newest steed, Monkey.
Monkey, a horse like none other, senses Stella's fear and does everything he can to help her regain her confidence, even though he occasionally acts out and bites. That does not mean he wants to hurt the birthday girl. The greatest gift he can give her is a lesson that changes everything she knows about riding.
While Stella wishes to win her battle, she can't do it alone and fears she'll fall again. Curses will become blessings, but that's after she puts enough work into her goal.
With Monkey's help, Stella needs to open the door to the life she once had, even if it means putting up with her sarcastic student, Maise, and learning that sometimes the best way to overcome fear is to fight fear itself.
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*Moral: The best way to overcome fear is to fight fear itself.*
Word Count: 5,000-6,000
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2 months ago · Updated to #1
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2 months ago · Updated to #12
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Lost in the depths of the Lady Evelyn-Smoothwater Provincial Park, Ranger Kate meets a mysterious hermit who may very well have a connection with the decade-old legend of the Ghost of Ontario.
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Ranger Kate wants only one thing: to see her son, whom she lost to a canoe accident ten years ago. The opportunity comes when she and her partner, Ranger Amelia, attend the 24-Hour Ghost of Ontario Challenge in the Lady Evelyn-Smoothwater Provincial Park. Legend has it that a ghost haunts it with his mysterious lullaby, "Lucilla," and the only way to connect with him is for two individuals to brave the lakes.
Ihaan never expected to find Ranger Kate on Red Squirrel Lake, said to be the birthplace of the ghost. He and his eagle friend, Ro, band together to win her trust, which is crucial for Ihaan's Guardian Trial. It's the only way for him to learn whether he is truly dead.
Fate turns to reality, and suddenly, the legend of the ghost is more real than Ihaan and Kate think. What will happen when the Spirit Animals come and try to interfere with their long-lost memories? Will Kate and Ihaan defeat them, or will they lose themselves to the hands of Ontario's Beast?
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*Moral: Loved ones are never really gone when they move on.*
*Ihaan is pronounced "I-an."*
*The Sixth Sense meets Brother Bear in a story about discovering one's true destiny.*
*Word Count: 6,000-7,000*
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2 months ago · Updated to #8
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A rainy day encourages Teuila's father to take her out on Oceania, but what will happen when their boat flips and they're left stranded in the Atlantic Ocean?
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Teuila just wanted a peaceful summer break after her first year at the College of Charleston. However, peace in her family never happens with her father's sailing blood. To grow closer to his little girl, he takes her out on the family's Laser, Oceania, on a rainy day that mimics a special one nineteen years earlier.
When Oceania flips and leaves father and daughter stranded in the Atlantic Ocean, they must work together to return to shore without the buff lifeguard girls running out to rescue them. Teuila has to see past her father's sailing personality and find the one she grew up with before she and her parents ran aground in Charleston Harbor.
With the help of the current, love, and just a little imagination, Teuila and her dad's fight for survival becomes nothing more than a mere Disney Channel movie. Not only that, but Teuila learns a secret-the truth behind why she carries such an unusual name.
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*Moral: Tell your loved one you love them every day.*
*Huge thanks to my dad for helping me edit!*
*Word Count: 4,000-5,000*
Quote: "Why does a daughter love her father so much? It's because she knows there's one man who will never hurt her." - Anonymous
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2 months ago · Updated to #16
"The Flyania City", a modern city located on a isolated island. Under the management of the penguin mayor, the non-flying bird citizens lived happily and contentedly.
Several months ago, a pandemic called "Flyania"began to spread here, where patients hallucinated that they could fly and jumped from tall buildings to their deaths.
Herowl, a long-eared owl who worked as a night shift reporter, was dedicated to his job and admired the canary female anchor. He unexpectedly became involved in a series of events. He was determined to resolve the epidemic and save the "The Flyania City!"
No birds were harmed, injured, or killed during the creation of this story.
The characters, locations, events, dates, names, organizations, professions, departments, or any related elements in the story are purely fictional and have no relation to the real world. They do not reference any individuals, professions, organizations, departments, regions, or countries. Any resemblance is purely coincidental.
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