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Once upon a chilly October night, a little boy named Sam stepped out onto the street, his heart thumping with excitement. Sam was dressed as a ghost, draped in a soft white sheet that fluttered with every gust of wind. A wide-brimmed, wobbly hat sat crooked on his head, giving him a mischievous, lovable look. With a large bag in his hand, he set out into the crisp, autumn air filled with the scent of dry leaves and pumpkin spice. The neighborhood was alive with Halloween magic. Spooky decorations peeked out from every corner—glowing jack-o'-lanterns with toothy grins, fake cobwebs clinging to trees, and plastic skeletons that rattled in the breeze. Children ran by in all sorts of costumes: witches with pointy hats, superheroes in shiny capes, and fairies that left trails of glitter in the moonlight. House after house, Sam knocked on doors, each time saying in his loudest, friendliest voice, “Trick or treat!” But every time, he heard the same response, “Oh dear, we’re out of candy.”...

Alex was excited. Every Diwali, his family’s house looked like a palace of lights, glowing with hundreds of small lamps. The sweet smell of flowers and delicious treats filled the air, while firecrackers lit up the sky. Each corner of their home was decorated with colorful designs, making the whole place feel alive with joy. For Alex, Diwali meant new clothes, sweets, laughter, and big parties—a time to celebrate light winning over darkness. His parents would tell him stories about how Diwali honored Lord Rama’s return and why it symbolized hope and kindness. But even with all the fun, Alex felt like something was missing. He didn’t fully understand the festival. That evening, Alex joined his family in prayer. They held little clay lamps, singing together as the flames flickered gently. He watched the small flames, amazed by how even a tiny light could brighten a dark room. His father explained that Diwali was not just about lights and sweets; it was also a reminder to spread light in ...

Alex sat alone on the edge of his bed, staring at his phone. A text from his best friend, Mia, flashed on the screen. It was short, as always, just a simple “Hey, you busy?” He sighed, knowing where this was going. Mia was the kind of person who showed up whenever she needed something, and Alex would always be there for her. Whether she needed help with her assignments, someone to vent to, or even a ride across town, Alex was her go-to. But lately, it started to weigh on him. He couldn’t shake the feeling that she took him for granted. He typed back, “No, what’s up?” Within minutes, her reply came, asking if he could help her with something again. Alex threw the phone onto the bed, running his hand through his hair. This time, it wasn’t just a simple favor. It felt heavier, like a burden. For years, he’d been her go-to friend, always reliable, always there. And yet, when he needed someone to talk to or just hang out, Mia was often too busy, too distracted. He remembered a conversation ...

Where is this world going, I think I know. It happens in every millennia, though. This world is getting towards its ending, we never know. All of life here is throwing their standards low, but still, they make a vow. It happens in every millennia, though. A tree will get chop, marking the end of the last hope. And what about love? It isn't a fact you don't know. It’s treated like clothes nowadays, though, as people change it every day or so. I know this poem doesn’t make sense, but it makes as much sense as the amount of humanity in today's man’s heart.

I wished you were here, but you were never mine, I reached for a bottle, but you hid the wine. I searched through the flowers, behind every blind, But all that I found was you weren't that kind. When I needed you most, you turned away, Pretending to care, but not meant to stay. I thought you were gentle, a heart I could find, But it turns out, you were never that kind.

As Alex drove towards Lia’s house, Alex had a lot of thoughts running through his mind, but when he reached her home, he hoped that everything would be fine. He knocked on the door, and her mother opened it. He asked, “Is Lia at home? She hasn’t been coming to college, so I thought I should visit and see if everything is okay.” Her mother replied, her voice heavy, “I know, Alex. She hasn’t been coming to college lately because she has cancer. Her treatment is going on, but she doesn’t have a lot of time left.” Alex’s heart skipped a beat, and he was shocked. Still, he asked, “Can I meet Lia once?” Her mother replied, “Why not, Alex? I hope she feels better after meeting you.” Alex entered Lia’s room. He saw that she was sitting on her desk and she was writing something, but as she turned around, she quickly closed the diary and said, hi Alex, how are you? Alex could sense a positive energy around her. Lia was shocked and excited at the same time. She was so happy to see Alex and gav...

The days after the airport were a blur for Alex. He went through the motions—work, friends, the usual routine—but everything felt distant, like his life had shifted just out of reach. It had been months since he last saw Nia, yet every quiet moment pulled her back into his thoughts. The weight of unfinished conversations and unspoken goodbyes sat heavy on his chest. One evening, as he sat alone at home, his phone buzzed. An unknown number. He almost ignored it, but something made him look. The message was short: “Alex, I need to explain. Meet me at the place where it all started.” His heart pounded as he stared at the words. Could it really be her? After all this time? He knew exactly where she meant: the school library. The place where their story began. Alex arrived early, the air thick with anticipation. As he sat at one of the old wooden tables, memories of Nia flooded his mind. He could almost see her, arms full of books, walking in, that easy smile lighting up her face like she d...

Alex stood at the airport, staring at Nia one last time. Everything around them—the noise of the crowd, the announcements, the rush of people—faded away. It was just the two of them, standing there, knowing that after today, everything would be different. He could see the sadness in her eyes, and he felt it too. This wasn’t how things were supposed to end. As she turned to leave, Alex’s mind wandered back to where it all started. It had been a normal afternoon in the school library. Alex was struggling to finish a history assignment, the same way he always did. He was staring blankly at the book in front of him when a voice brought him back to reality. “Is this seat taken?” He looked up to see Nia standing there, holding a stack of books. She smiled, waiting for an answer. “No, go ahead,” Alex said, moving his stuff to make room. She sat down, opening her own books, and for a few minutes, they worked quietly. Then Nia sighed loudly, shaking her head. “Why is history so confusing?” she ...

Disclaimer - this story is not related to  The Two Musketeer On the first day of primary school, Alex sat alone on the second bench, feeling the usual nervousness that came with a new school year. Suddenly, a boy with a curious smile walked up to him. He was new to the school and introduced himself as Nadal. As they talked for a few minutes, something clicked. Alex knew they were going to be great friends. They spent almost every evening together in the park, playing games and sharing stories. Nine years passed, filled with memories that made their bond stronger than brothers. Now, as graduation approached, both of them were excited, but Alex noticed something different in Nadal's behavior. He seemed anxious. “What are you thinking about, Nadal?” Alex asked one afternoon. Nadal hesitated, then replied, “Alex, you know I like Nia, right?” Alex smiled, “Yeah, I know about all the crushes you’ve had over the years.” Nadal sighed. “Well, prom is coming, and I want to ask her out... but...

Alex had always been a silent boy in class; it was mostly due to his introverted behavior or he was not able to find someone who had similar interests as him. He liked to read books, and due to some crazy experiences in life, he knew that it was better to be alone rather than forcing someone to stay, and loneliness didn’t bother him now.  He had a small friend circle at school, but it broke as he graduated the school, and now he used to think to reconnect with his friends, and out of nowhere he got a text from his long-lost friend Maya. She used to be his classmate, but her dad got transferred, and she left the school in 10th grade.  Alex and Maya used to be best friends, and they really enjoyed each other’s company, but after she moved out of the town, Alex got alone in class. As Alex was thinking of all this, Alex got a call; it was an unknown number. He picked up the call. Stranger-hello Alex - Hello, who’s there?  Stranger - don’t you remember me? Alex - um, could you...

As Rek found out that his passport was missing just one night before their flight to Barcelona, he panicked. He searched everywhere but couldn’t find it. Feeling anxious, he called Rey to explain what had happened. She giggled and said, “You’re such a dumbo. You forgot that when you showed me your immigration stamp collection, you left your passport at my place!” Rek’s memory clicked. “Oh, I remember now! What a dumb mistake.” Rey reassured him, “Don’t worry, it’s safe here with me. Now pack your bags. We’ve got six hours before the flight.” After quickly packing, Rek rushed to Rey’s place. They left for the airport, checked in, and went through security. With two hours left before the flight, Rek decided to take a nap and asked Rey to wake him up. But before he knew it, he woke up to the last boarding call. Somehow, despite the rush, they managed to catch the flight just in time. When they landed in Barcelona, they were excited. They visited La Sagrada Familia, walked around the stree...

 Rek was born and raised near 7th Street. He was the only child of his father and a curious boy. When he was in school, he didn't have many friends because of his unique behavior. He was an ambitious guy, and his dad owned a business. Although he had never been in a relationship, he wanted to overcome his introvertedness, so he started talking to random strangers, exchanging simple hellos. Soon, he began visiting a local café down the street, where he noticed a beautiful girl making coffee as a barista. However, he didn't have the courage to talk to her, so he continued to get his coffee from her without saying much. As weeks passed, he became comfortable enough to talk to her. One day, he said, "Hey! It’s been a long time. I’m Rek." He extended his hand for a handshake. She replied, "Hi, I’m Rey." This is how their conversation began. Rek started getting coffee from Rey daily, and soon they became good friends. After her barista shift, they would talk for h...

Months later, as Ethan walked through the park again, alone, he smiled to himself. The memories of his time with Lily lingered like a soft glow, not painful but comforting. He didn’t know if he’d ever see her again, but he didn’t need to. She had given him something far more valuable—she had shown him the magic of living in the moment.

The days that followed seemed almost dreamlike. Ethan and Lily spent every moment they could together, laughing, talking, sharing bits of themselves they hadn’t shared with anyone else. It was as if they were racing against time, cherishing every second while ignoring the ticking clock in the background. But no matter how hard Ethan tried, the thought of her leaving was never far from his mind. One evening, after a long day at school, Lily asked Ethan to meet her at the park. Something about her message made his heart tighten. There was a finality in the way she had asked him, as if this was more than just another casual meet-up. He arrived at the park just before sunset, the golden light casting long shadows over the grass. Lily was already there, sitting on the same swing where he had first seen her. She looked up as he approached, her expression calm but serious. “Hey,” Ethan said softly, his voice betraying the unease he felt. “Hey,” she replied, her smile warm but small. For a mom...

Ethan’s mind raced. What could she be about to tell me? He studied her face as they stood at the park’s edge, her expression shifting from warm to hesitant. “Look, I don’t know how to say this,” she began, glancing down at her feet before meeting his eyes again. “I don’t usually… do this.” Ethan’s heart pounded. Was she about to let him down gently? Maybe he had misread the whole situation. He felt a knot tighten in his chest, but he nodded, trying to stay calm. “It’s okay, you can tell me.” She sighed, a soft breeze stirring her hair. “You seem like a really nice guy, Ethan.” The way she said his name felt personal, like she had known it all along. “But... I just transferred here. I don’t know how long I’ll be staying.” Ethan blinked, surprised. “Transferred? How long have you been at the school?” “Just a week,” she admitted with a small, almost embarrassed smile. “My family moves around a lot. My dad’s in the military, so we never stay in one place for long.” Suddenly, it made sense ...

Ethan had always been the quiet one at school. He was a regular guy, focused on his studies, keeping his head down, and mostly hanging out with his small circle of friends. He never thought much about love or crushes—those were just things his friends talked about, not him. Until one warm autumn afternoon changed everything. It was a Saturday, and Ethan was enjoying a peaceful walk in the park near his house. The park was his escape, a place where he could think, clear his mind, or even just kick a ball around when he wanted to feel like a kid again. As he approached his favorite bench by the fountain, something—or rather someone—caught his eye. Sitting on a swing not too far from him was a girl, her brown hair flowing gently with the breeze, her face focused as she gently rocked back and forth. She seemed lost in her own world, the late afternoon sun casting a warm glow around her. There was something about her that held Ethan's attention. He’d seen pretty girls before, but this w...