Fragments Of an Eternal  Bond  The Accident As they approached the bend on the steep, narrow road, a speeding lorry veered dangerously into their path. In a split second, Holly's scream pierced the air as the car skidded toward the edge of the gorge. Dave gripped the wheel, desperately trying to regain control, but the vehicle teetered before plunging into the abyss.  The world seemed to slow as they fell, the roar of the crash echoing through the steep hills. The impact was deafening, and the petrol tank erupted in a fiery explosion, sending thick black smoke billowing into the sky. Yet even in the chaos, they remained inseparable, their hands clasped tightly. As the darkness enveloped them, their souls rose together, unbroken, finding their way to a place beyond the reach of tragedy.  She blushed as she gazed into his beautiful eyes. "Do you really love me?" she whispered, holding his hand and seeking the warmth of his embrace. Though small in stature, she lo...

 The Forgotten Soul  As the door creaked open, the assistant priest stepped forward with a warm smile to greet the new parish priest. “We were expecting you this morning, Father,” he said, reaching for the luggage.  “My apologies,” replied the new priest with a polite nod, carefully gathering a stack of files from the seat. “I stopped by the main church to meet Father John.”  “Of course,” the assistant priest responded, his tone understanding. “Father, would you like some tea? You must be tired after such a journey.”  “Yes, please,” the new priest said, his voice laced with gratitude as his eyes lingered on the charming, quaint church. Its modest walls, adorned with a statue of St. Thérèse, seemed to exude a quiet serenity. “It’s a beautiful church. Truly a blessing to be here.”  The assistant priest beamed with pride. “Indeed, Father. Welcome to your new home.”  The Visitor Of The Night The church stood gracefully on top of a hill, overlooking a small...

The Shadows of The Forgotten Road  During the mid-1950s, becoming a star was a dream cherished by many. At the time, only the privileged few owned vehicles, while most people relied on simpler means of transportation. It was a period of transformation for a developing town, newly freed from centuries of colonial rule. With independence came a renewed sense of identity and opportunity. The townsfolk, eager to shape their futures, began pursuing a variety of occupations that suited their interests and aspirations. Some turned to agriculture, others ventured into trade or craftsmanship, while a growing number embraced education and new industries. It was an era of hope and ambition, as people sought to build a life that reflected their newfound freedom and individuality. Mervyn's dream  As the eldest of six children, Mervyn harbored a wild dream of becoming a star. He was a charismatic and promising young man, leaving a lasting impression wherever he went. From a young age, his t...

 The Shadow at the Tides  The story revolves around a coastal town plagued by a sinister entity that emerges from the sea during moonlit nights. Legends whisper of a cursed graveyard by the beach, where the restless dead are said to guard a forgotten secret. When Kurt and his friend Tony venture out one fateful night, they awaken something ancient and vengeful—something that doesn’t stop until it claims what it’s owed.   The turtles On full moon nights, the turtles emerged from the ocean and made their slow journey across the sandy beach, searching for the perfect spots to lay their eggs. With painstaking effort, they dug nests, carefully depositing dozens of fragile, pearl-like eggs before covering them with sand to protect them. Sadly, not all nests were safe. Some of the eggs were dug up and sold at local markets, where they fetched a modest price.  During the 1950s and 1960s, this practice was common along the coast. For many coastal families, especially fisherme...

The Shrouded Relic  The southern beaches were warm, their golden sands beckoning travelers with their tranquil beauty. Gregg and Valerie, a newly married couple, made it a tradition to visit these shores at least twice a year. For them, the beaches offered not just relaxation but a chance to escape into a dream-like realm of serenity. Each visit, they rented a secluded villa by the sea, indulging in the exquisite local dishes and letting the rhythm of the waves lull them into blissful contentment.  The mornings greeted them with cool breezes, and the sea shimmered like glass under the rising sun. They often waded into the water as far as they dared, laughing like children before collapsing onto the powdery sand to bask under the sun. Gregg relished the smoky flavor of barbecued fish and shrimps, while Valerie preferred to sit under the stars, weaving dreams of their future together.  On their final day, as they strolled along the shoreline, the couple came across an antiq...

 The Whisper of Wills -  Chapter 2  As I prepared for a short journey, a familiar presence stood at the door—it was Rathu. He always had a question or two for me, whether it was about my return for lunch, tea, or dinner. His concern was unwavering, ensuring I never left the bungalow without gladness or an empty stomach. His skills in the kitchen were unmatched; he could whip up traditional sweets of rice flour, coconut treacle, and cashews that seemed almost magical in their taste.  Today, though, his eyes held a peculiar sharpness, as though seeking answers I had not yet given. "Will you be back for lunch, sir?" he asked, his voice tinged with something I couldn’t quite place.  "Yes, but it’ll be a late one," I replied, pulling my sweater tighter.  “It’s quite cold today, sir,” he remarked, his gaze lingering on me with an unusual curiosity, almost as if he knew more than he let on.  “I know,” I said, pausing briefly. “But I must visit the tea factory...