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Сонячний Ярослав

Stories By Сонячний Ярослав

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З життя14 хвилин ago

Aunt Lily’s Little Secrets

We used to call her the Fairy among ourselves. She was short and round, always strolling with a white poodle...

З життя21 хвилина ago

Sasha’s Marvelous Adventure

Ive known Emily Harper for as long as I can remember, ever since she arrived at Willow Grove Orphanage a...

З життя1 годину ago

PLEASE LET ME GO, I BEG YOU

Let me go, please, the woman whispered, her voice trembling like a cracked mirror. Im not going anywhere This is...

З життя1 годину ago

The Soul with Sapphire Eyes

The summer sun beat down mercilessly, the street simmering in heat. Sam hustled away from the bus shelter, a battered...

З життя2 години ago

How Souls Find Warmth

Victor Randolph lifted the collar of his crisp white shirt and barked, Nora, the tie! He snatched the silk strip...

З життя2 години ago

Look at her, off she goes to ‘run errands,’ chuckled a neighbour, softly enough to seem like a whisper, but loud enough to be heard.

Look at her, off to work again, whispered a neighbour, low enough to sound like a breath but loud enough...

З життя3 години ago

Dear Mama, Just You Try to Say She’s Not Good Enough!” Aunt Ilenuța Remarked to the Wealthy Lady Dressed in Luxurious Fur.

I still recall that bustling Saturday market in the old square of Bath, as if it were yesterday. Stalls brimmed...

З життя3 години ago

My Husband Lay in a Coma for a Week While I Cried by His Bedside—Then a Six-Year-Old Whispered, “I Feel Sorry for You, Lady… Whenever You Leave, He Throws a Party Here!”

June 3 I woke up to the empty echo of the flat, the kind of silence that feels heavy enough...

З життя4 години ago

Sasha’s Marvelous Miracle

I remember the little miracle that changed Ethels world. Ethel had been in the childrens home for a month now....

З життя4 години ago

God Rest His Soul: Are You the Widow of the Deceased? I’ve Got Something Important to Share That He Confided to Me on His Deathbed…

23October2025 Diary The rain was a soft mist over the old churchyard, and the black umbrellas swayed like raven wings...