hi pookies --- 🖤 “The House That Remembers” — Dark Short Story At the end of Willow Lane stood a house that everyone avoided. The roof sagged like a tired spine, and the windows looked like eyelids half-closed in a nightmare. But Amara walked there every evening, drawn to it the way a moth is drawn to a flame that will burn it. The first time she approached the door, it opened on its own. Inside, the air felt heavy, thick with the scent of dust and something older… something that didn’t belong to the living. The floorboards whispered under her feet, but not like creaks — more like words. Words she couldn’t understand. She came back every day. Soon, the house began to change for her. The walls shifted, rooms appeared where none existed before, mirrors reflected things she hadn’t done. And sometimes, she saw shadows moving behind her — but when she turned, nothing was there. One night, she found a bedroom with a single diary lying on the bed. Her name was written on it. But she had never touched it before. When she opened it, the pages rewrote themselves in front of her eyes. > “I remember you.” “I have waited for you.” “You belong to me.” The house groaned, the door slammed shut, and the lights flickered out. Amara tried to run, but her legs wouldn’t move. It felt like invisible hands held her in place, gently… like a lover.

Hi guys I am an Army please connect --- Whispers in the Shadows The city was quiet, but Liora’s heart wasn’t. She moved carefully through the alley, eyes scanning for any sign of curiosity or danger. That’s when she saw him—Kieran—leaning against the wall, his dark eyes catching hers like he’d been waiting all along. She froze for a moment. Every instinct screamed to walk away, to avoid trouble—but something in his gaze pulled her closer. He gave a small, almost invisible nod, and she felt the thrill of a secret shared. They didn’t speak aloud; they didn’t need to. Liora slipped a folded piece of paper from her pocket and left it on the cracked ledge beside him. Kieran’s fingers brushed hers as he picked it up. Meet where the lights don’t reach. That night, rain fell in sheets, washing the streets in silver. Liora walked under the shadows, each step careful, deliberate. Kieran was waiting, just where the streetlight didn’t dare shine. They exchanged a look, small, silent, and full of meaning. “No one can see us here,” he whispered, voice barely carrying over the storm. “I know,” Liora replied, her hand brushing against his for the briefest moment. “We have to be careful.” Days passed in secret: coded notes left in library books, messages scrawled on bathroom mirrors with erasable ink, and fleeting meetings in empty corridors. Every heartbeat was a risk, every glance a thrill. But danger was never far. One afternoon, Elias—her cousin—walked past the hidden corner where she and Kieran had met. Liora froze. Kieran’s hand found hers, squeezing lightly, a silent promise that they were still unseen. “Only shadows know,” he murmured. Liora smiled, adrenaline mixing with something warmer, something she dared not name

--- The night felt colder than usual, though the summer heat still lingered in the air. I stood frozen in the doorway, watching the truth unravel before my eyes. Jungkook’s laughter—once the sound that healed every crack in my heart—now echoed like poison. His hand was wrapped around hers, the same way it used to hold mine, with the same gentle promises that I thought belonged only to me. My chest tightened, the betrayal burning hotter than any flame. When his eyes finally met mine, the smile faded, replaced by a silence heavier than any storm. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Only the sound of my breaking heart filled the space between us. “Was it all a lie?” I whispered, my voice sharp but trembling. Jungkook took a step forward, his expression unreadable. “You wouldn’t understand.” Hatred surged through me, drowning out the love I once carried. In that moment, I swore—I would never forgive him.

--- The wind blew gently across the bridge, carrying the sound of rushing water below. A girl named Fiona stood in the middle, her heart pounding and her mind spinning. To the left was a safe, familiar warmth, but it meant leaving someone behind. To the right lay the uncertain path, full of new experiences and excitement, yet shadowed by the risk of heartbreak. Below, the dark sea stretched endlessly, offering a quiet, tempting silence—a way to escape it all. Fiona didn’t know which way to go. Each choice held its own pain, its own promise, and she felt trapped, suspended between them all. As Fiona stood on the edge of the bridge, ready to jump into the dark sea below, voices suddenly pierced the air. “Fiona! Fiona! Don’t jump! I love you!” shouted a voice from the left. “Fiona! Fiona! Don’t jump! I can’t live without you!” cried a voice from the right. The boy on the left was Mike, her longtime friend, and the boy on the right was Jackson, her secret love. Fiona’s mind spun with their words. She couldn’t move, couldn’t think—her whole world felt like it was about to shatter. She lifted her foot to step into the water, but Jackson’s desperate voice stopped her. Overwhelmed by emotion, Fiona fainted. When she awoke, the truth was clear to her heart: she only loved Mike. Yet, afraid to hurt Jackson, her best friend, she hesitated. Torn between loyalty and love, Fiona made a decision that changed everything. She told Mike, “I don’t love you… I love Jackson.” The love triangle, once full of tension, finally broke—but not in the way she had hoped. Fiona married Jackson, believing in their love. But soon, Jackson revealed a cruel side. He began dating other women even after their marriage, leaving Fi