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Mgsv Quiet Speaks

Spoil me a Little

She's not deaf, not dumb; she can speak and even laugh. But what's the usefulness of talking when you can't explain your pain to people? What is the usefulness of smiling and laughing when you will later cry? Jean was a very beautiful and cheerful young girl, but she lost her mother at the age of nine. Instead of her father focusing on her and helping her forget the pain of the death of her mother, he went ahead and brought in his wife and children. Little Jean just wanted attention, trying to gain her father's love, but all her efforts were ruthlessly washed away. She regretted not having a mother and wished for her mother to not have died. She grew up alone, with no one to speak to and no one to make her laugh. Slowly, she started forgetting how to smile and how to speak; she even forgot how to show her expressions and emotions. She was a beautiful young woman with smooth skin that glowed like a doll. When she could smile, speak, and show emotions like a normal human, she wasn't the center of attention. But when she lost all these important elements of human life, it became easy to mistake her for a doll. The worst part was that even though people believed she was a doll, some perverts still wanted to take advantage of her. Just because she was now emotionless and had forgotten how to smile and speak, they thought they could exploit her. Oops! Don't be deceived by her angelic, doll-like appearance. She had lost all emotions and feelings not for them to take advantage of her; she was, in fact, a killing god. "Don't claim that! If it weren't for his timely intervention, that ugly Man would have been dead by now. But anyway, I will still go back to him; I won't leave him be until he's dead!" That was the letter she penned. "Jean do you want this store? just nod and it's yours" "the restaurant serve her the wrong food, Lock it immediately!" "Jean this is all my years property, please sign it, it's yours"
Lovegold · 2.3K Views

A Note in the Café

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee swirled through the small café. Mia, a talented but self-doubting columnist, finds solace in her favorite neighborhood café, where the comforting hum of coffee machines and quiet conversations inspire her best work. Across the room sits a reserved bookshop owner with a passion for literature and a knack for lingering in the background. Mia noticed him, how he had a quiet intensity about him that intrigued her. But she was too reserved to approach, so their interactions were limited to fleeting glances and unspoken words. One destined morning, a torn page from reserved bookshop owner's favorite novel flutters to Mia’s feet. Scrawled in the margins is a note that reads: “If we wait for the perfect moment, it may never come.” Assuming it’s an accidental drop, Mia returns the page, only to learn this man left it for her intentionally—a quiet declaration of interest from a man who has admired her from afar. What starts as a hesitant introduction blossoms into a connection neither of them expected. As Mia helped him rediscover his long-abandoned dream of becoming a writer, he teaches her to embrace spontaneity and trust her instincts. Together, they prove that love, like the best stories, often begins with a leap of faith and a touch of serendipity. Set against the warm and inviting backdrop of their favorite café, "A Note in the Café" is a heartwarming tale about finding courage, following your heart, and discovering that the perfect moment is the one you create together.
Rareer_Gem · 6.7K Views

Stellarum

A phantasm of a metaphor made real, an allegory based upon principles of the dynamics of ontology itself. It leaves behind a barely-real whisper to mark its path. There’s about a million different creation mythos that we can go into, so I'll keep this one simple. Once before a time, there was a long unending quiet. I will not get into the specifics—just know that this quiet was inevitable. It prefigured all and it is what all will come back to in due time. And please, always remember: this is an allegory. *Ahem* anyway: eventually, a whisper, a euphony came into existence. Whether the whisper was the long quiet itself or something else that came out of it is irrelevant currently. Either way, that whisper moved across that unending quiet and ‘pointed’ to a section. It said: "This section will be an infinite world that will extend into an infinite number of dimensions. This will be the physical world" “These infinite dimensions will harbor any and all; this is where the 'simple' will live." Then, it looked to the ‘right’ of the physical world and said: "This will be an ascended plane of existence, mirroring the physical world; this will be a world build upon conscience, objective truths/axioms, and beings beyond simple comprehension" This world resembles a tower. A tower with a beyond infinite amount of floors, each floor sharing its own axioms, and each subsequent floor unequivocally surpassing the previous. These floors will be like fluid, not set in stone. It is known that the whisper said SOMETHING to this beyond infinite tower, but the specifics is not recorded here. Finally, the whisper created a network of strings. These strings exist in ‘the weave’, they connect all living minds and concepts together. T=1 Then the whisper went quiet. For the quiet is all there can and will be. (What to expect?) I can be nothing other than what I am. (Updates:) Honestly, it’s hard to say. I’m pretty busy right now since I’m in my senior year of high school. I’m also a perfectionist, so each chapter I write goes through extensive rewrites and edits (some more than others). All I can say is that a new chapter will come out every few weeks or so. Don’t expect this story to be 1,500 chapters, though. I’m not looking to write it over the course of 9 years at the pace I work.
Girsu · 1.3K Views
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