Shortstories
Just a dreamer
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The Email she never sent
Rain pattered gently on the windowpane and drummed ever so softly on the rooftop. The sky was dark and grey; thunder roared and rumbled in the distance, promising a steady downpour for the next few hours. Next to the window was a vase of long-stemmed red roses. They had been a gift from a colleague the day before. A sweet gesture, to compliment a project well done at work. She made a mental note t…
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Love or whatever it means
She graduated with a degree in sociology on a warm July afternoon, her parents smiling in the front row, her friends cheering the loudest. Everyone said she would go far. She believed it too—not just in career, but in life. She was a dreamer at heart. Not the foolish kind, but the stubborn kind. The kind who believed that if something made sense in theory, it could exist in reality. Years of study…
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Where fairytales fade
She had always been a dreamer. As a girl, she believed in the kind of love that lived in dog-eared fairy tales and flickered across cinema screens — the sort that defied odds, rewrote destinies, and endured. She carried that hope with her into university, tucked between textbooks and lecture notes, certain that somewhere her own story was unfolding. He had been her best friend in the department. T…