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S.C.A.R.S.

A shot…. That was all it took to push me off the cliff… As I watched Xainder shout out to me helplessly, tears slowly trickled down his magnificent face, his usual grin no where to be found, my heart shattered to a million pieces watching my entire life flash right before my eyes with no more hope to hold on to. i watched the people I gave my heart to look at me in disdain. My eyes searched for a certain someone who was nowhere to be seen. I couldn’t help but laugh at the life I led and wished I had a second chance to amend things but a part of me wants to let go. The burns on my body writhed in pains and my heart clenched in agony. Youth is a great crush, if I like you, I am going to say it aloud . It’s such a shame I never realized who I truly loved until I lost him and now, he will never know. Bracing myself for my inevitable end, a part of me leaps with joy of finally leaving this miserable world and a part of me longs for another chance at life . My life. There’s a question which lived rent free in my head, “ when we grow up, we leave the home to chase our dream not because of anything but because we know that the home behind us will never forsake and always comfort us but what happens when the home stings and causes nothing but pain , then where do we seek refuge? This happens to be the summary of my life and a question i have never been able to answer so with my remaining seconds on earth, I put the question to you all . what do we do ? ……………………… S.C.A.R.S. by TriciaX13.
TriciaX13 · 22.1K Views

My Silver-Haired Classmate Only Speaks Her Heart in Russian

Alexei "Alex" Nakamura thought his biggest challenge in high school would be maintaining his perfect grades while hiding his monstrous intellect. He never expected it would be pretending he couldn't understand the beautiful Russian phrases whispered by his silver-haired classmate. Katarina "Katya" Volkov is the picture of composure—cool, elegant, and untouchable. With her striking silver hair and piercing blue eyes inherited from her Russian heritage, she commands respect from classmates and teachers alike. But Alex knows her secret: when she thinks no one can understand, Katya reveals her true feelings in soft Russian whispers that would make even the most confident person blush. "Он такой умный... почему мое сердце так бьется?" (He's so smart... why does my heart beat like this?) What Katya doesn't know is that Alex understands every word. Born to a family with hidden international connections, he's been fluent in Russian since childhood. Every "дурак" (fool) she mutters when he acts oblivious, every "красивый" (handsome) she whispers when she thinks he's not looking, every heartfelt confession she makes in her mother tongue—he hears it all. The irony is delicious, the tension unbearable, and Alex finds himself caught between wanting to protect her secret and desperately wanting to respond to her hidden confessions. As they navigate the complexities of high school life—from cultural festivals where Katya's heritage shines to study sessions where their intellectual rivalry blooms into something deeper—Alex must decide when to reveal his secret. But the longer he waits, the more complicated their relationship becomes. When she discovers the truth, will she be mortified by everything she's unknowingly revealed, or will she realize that someone has been treasuring every word she thought was safely hidden? From the hallways of their multicultural high school to the prestigious universities that will shape their futures, from their meteoric rises in their respective career paths to the altar where two cultures unite, Alex and Katya's love story unfolds across the years. It's a tale of two intellectual people learning that the most difficult language to master isn't Russian or Japanese—it's the language of the heart. Sometimes the most beautiful confessions are the ones we think no one else can understand. Sometimes the person who understands us best is the one we least expect. And sometimes, love speaks louder in whispered Russian than it ever could in any other language. __________________ Tags: Romance, Slice of life, High school, Comedy
AncientDragonEmp16 · 15K Views

Queen(s)

"History is written by those who survive. Myth is what remains when truth is too dangerous to speak." Long ago, the world was not ruled by kings or empires, but by Queens beings woven from the very fabric of magic itself. Five Queens, each the living embodiment of elemental power and divine will: The Flame Queen, fierce as fire and just as consuming. The Ice Queen, keeper of memory and time's endless frost. The Shadow Queen, mistress of secrets and the veil between life and death. The Nature Queen, heart of growth, spirit, and renewal. And the Light Queen, shining beacon of hope, healing, and illusion. Yet above them all rose the Black Queen—the true sovereign who held the essence of all elements within her. She was the fulcrum of balance, the eternal ruler whose presence bound the others in harmony. Together, they ruled from Elaria, the Sacred Kingdom—a realm suspended between worlds, where magic poured from the very stones, and the skies shimmered with a thousand hues of power. There, peace was not a hope—it was law. Magic flourished, and the land breathed with eternal life. But peace is fragile. Beneath the shimmering towers and golden courts, a shadow stirred—an ancient betrayal that was not born of the Queens’ own hearts, but of a force unseen, a traitor cloaked in love and loyalty to a crown beyond the Queens’ reach. The War of Falling Stars tore the heavens asunder, casting the Queens into exile and sealing away Elaria from the mortal world. The skies burned red. The earth wept tears of ash. And magic withdrew, fading into myth. For three centuries, the world lived in silence, the Queens reduced to whispers and faded legends. The magic they wielded was lost—hidden, locked away by a spell woven from hope and despair alike. But the kingdom never forgot. And now, beneath the blood-red moon, a crimson beam splits the night sky—the sign of their return. From forgotten corners of the earth, girls with no memory of who they were awaken, marked by power that refuses to sleep. They walk among us, unaware that the fate of all rests in their hands.
bigtiffs · 10K Views
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