Supporter-submitted short stories, anecdotes, poetry, and other writings under 100 words on the theme of beauty.
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Portia lay on the soft sand of the chamber, her eyes wide and terrified. She could not move. No matter how forcefully she told her muscles to stretch out, to pull her off the ground, they wouldn’t budge. She could breathe, but her sharp, scared breaths were sucking in grains of sand that bounced around and irritated the inside of her nose.
“Ha! It works!” Ibarius’ voice declared above her, “It bloody works! All that study, all this toil…”
It was then that Portia, the right side of her face half-buried in the sand, felt vibrations in the earth.
– Onyafoqchɛo
The young Krishna never thought of himself as a god, until one day the evil goddess Kali, who also wanted to marry Krishna, captured Anjali. Kali tried many times to get Krishna to fall in love with her, but each time she failed. She cast a spell on Krishna and took him into her world of illusion and darkness. Once in the spirit realm, Krishna awoke. Just as Kali was to force their marriage, he stood up and refused. Suddenly, Krishna turned blue and said with a huge, powerful voice, “I am the god Shiva! You have imprisoned my queen!”
– Tracy Ama Opoku
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