Stories Through The Heart

“Thousand forms of a mother” by Stories Through The Heart

Mayra's mother Part: B Everyone went inside of that sunless mansion and they saw there were a lot of transgender people standing. And the middle of them there was a big framed picture of a trans person covered with flowers. Mayra came close to that altar where another trans lady was sitting. She looked like an elder. After seeing Mayra, she also hugged her and started whining, "Your mother finally left that disgusting physical form. We were very happy for her." Mayra put her head on that person's shoulders and covered her eye...

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“Mayra's Mother” by Stories Through The Heart

Story: 1 Mayra's mother Part: A "Mayra, you are amazing." "Yes, Mayra, you are fabulous." "Mayra, seriously, that meeting was amazing." "Did you look at the manager? It looks like our dear Miss Joshi is going to get a promotion. " The female worker with normal office attire and straight brown hair cancels all those facts with a sentence. "Guys, it's not just me who worked hard. Everyone did their best to achieve this victory." And after finishing her words, she walked out of that crowded meeting room, A little while...

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“Mohika Mahal” by Stories Through The Heart

"Mohika Mahal, the name is enough to describe it's beauty. The palace, which was able to capture anyone's heart. But, more then beauty, that place hide more secrets and unrevealed questions. Every part of that palace is storing a different kind of scent, a different kind of story and many mysteries." And then the heavy pitch voice lighten up a bit to came down to it's conclusion and the history lecture completed with the professor's last note, "Mohika Mahal is pretty from it's every part, yet people witnessed few unnatural incidents. Th...

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“I promise, I will rise” by Stories Through The Heart

Submitted to Contest #102

Storm clouds were hanging up on the sky, coloring the whole atmosphere deep black. The vultures were flying up on the head, and both of them were groaning continuously. Schools, houses, hospitals, everything around that city was demolished and turned into the old quarries. Didn't matter we see, everything was covered with blood and bodies. The nature was presenting it's anger, without granting mercy. The entire place was silent and only the wail of a mother emitted the painful sound after losing her child, and those wails were mixing with th...

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“Dine with lies” by Stories Through The Heart

Submitted to Contest #100

"Anna, you started working too?" "Oh! Both of our children were grown up pretty early, isn't it?" "Yes! After the death of there parents, John and me pamper them. And cherish them until they stand on there own feet." "Yes, we also, went to the hospital to check there mother." "We prey for there parents but, what we do. We can't change the destiny."  And more, and more, and more lies were spitting in front of us and we forced to hear them.  Those lies were stabbing my mind again and again and I am getting frustrated. I wanted to b...

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“Truth of the memories” by Stories Through The Heart

Submitted to Contest #98

That girl who was laying quietly, and covered in darkness was Ichiko Yamada, she was laying very peacefully, unaware about her current condition.After staying unstirred for a while, she opened her eyes and look around to find where was she. She try her best to view the situation, but the vast amount of darkness create things harder to understand. She was unable to see anything but she try to figure out the circumstance.She didn't have any memories left about how she appeared that place. The last thing she remembered was, a sweet kiss on her ...

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“A Stranger's Backstory” by Stories Through The Heart

Submitted to Contest #96

At the last bench in a public park, it's my zone. Lonely, and gloomy clouds were always up there hanging. I always come there to complete a very important task, cry till I satisfied. I know that I am not a kid anymore, I am twelve. I had to stay strong, I don't had to cry but, those tears were rolling down against my will a-and I just can't stop them. They were stubborn like me. As quickly as I hit that place they stared flowing. And the worst part is, I don't know how to stop them. I am doing the same work everyday. Wake...

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“My ojīchan tree” by Stories Through The Heart

Submitted to Contest #90

People around me give me a name, and it's ojīchan. It means 'grandfather'. And, I am the tree spirit of that 'oak tree'. That big, old and strong tree is me. And the boy who is coming while calling my name is one of my love child, 'Hiro'. He had a pretty cute face, big eyes, black hair and top of that innocent smile, oh! It melts my heart. It's like our daily routine after Hiro, come back from his school, he come there to play with his friends. But first he hug me while calling me ojīchan. It's such a heart warming experience. Well, yes!...

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