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Stories By Klemira

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З життя38 хвилин ago

The Kitchen’s Marble Floor Was Icy, Unyielding, and Stark. There, on that Cold Ground, Sat Mrs. Rosario, a 72-Year-Old Woman.

The kitchen floor was a slab of cold, hard marble, as unforgiving as a winter morning. There, on that icy...

З життя40 хвилин ago

— Oh, my dear… it smells absolutely divine in here… I’m simply craving it! Would you mind sharing one of those with me? I’ve never tasted anything like that before…, said the elderly lady, clutching the bag she had carried around the city all day.

Mum you smell so lovely in here Im famished! Might I have one of those? the old woman whispered, clutching...

З життя2 години ago

“If you fix this engine, I’ll hand over my job to you,” said the boss with a chuckle.

Fix this engine and Ill give you my post, the manager laughed, slapping his knee. I, Teresa Hughes, didnt join...

З життя2 години ago

The Runaway Bride: A Tale of Love and Escape

28July2025 Dear Diary, Tonight I finally found myself at a wedding I never intended to attend the very one from...

З життя3 години ago

— What are you up to, Granddad? Fancy a stroll? At your age, I’d be staying in!

20October2025 I set off early this morning, the wind biting my cheeks as I trudged along the lonely lane that...

З життя3 години ago

Jenk’s Companion

Late September, the mist curled over the old municipal cemetery on the outskirts of Bristol. A funeral procession shuffled slowly...

З життя3 години ago

Love or Enchantment: The Choice That Defines Us

Power comes with a price, loves a lottery youll always lose, warned Grandmother Morrigan as she handed Morgana the familys...

З життя4 години ago

The Power of Forgiveness: Embracing Second Chances in Life

Olivia grew up in a comfortable family. Her dad was a senior manager, Mum stayed at home looking after their...

З життя4 години ago

Hypochondria or Diagnosis?

Is it a worry or a diagnosis? I didnt know how to phrase it. She looked as if she were...

З життя5 години ago

The kitchen’s marble floor was icy, unyielding, and relentless. And there, on that chilly ground, sat Mrs. Rosaria, a 72-year-old woman.

The marble slab of the kitchen floor was cold, hard, relentless. On that icy surface sat Mrs. Margaret Whitfield, a...