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Short story scenes & scripts. Emotional tension. Open for creators.
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Věk je jen číslo, až když si ho dovolíš. Žena v třiceti se někdy probudí a zjistí, že ji nebaví skrývat se. Že nemá co ztrácet. Že její tělo není hanebná věc, kterou by měla chovat v tichosti. A pak ...
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Title: The Summer We Almost Missed Each Other When Anna accepted a temporary job in a small coastal town, she promised herself one thing: she would not fall in love. At twenty-seven, she had already learned that love could be messy....
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Some places don’t look abandoned. They look remembered.
Beautiful things never ask for attention.#DarkMirax #FlowerPhotography #QuietMoments #MoodyVibes #Fediverse
Old roads. Wet air. And the strange feeling that disappearing for a while might actually heal something. #photography #darkmirax
Některé večery nekřičí. Jen tiše hoří za stromy a připomínají, že i po nejdelším dni může přijít klid. 🌒 #DSA #DarkStudioArt #EveningMood #NightThoughts #DarkAtmosphere
Signal from Orion The ship was named Cassandra. I’m Mark, Class-3 Tech. She’s Dr. Liora Vance, xenolinguist. The only two awake on a four-year burn to Orion. The rest of the crew sleeps in cryo...................... sci-fi, romance, nsfw, psychological, space, original work
She thought it was faith. It felt like desire. It ended as betrayal. #touch #heat #bodylanguage #closerthanbefore #crossingtheline
Sometimes it’s not about what happens. It’s about what almost did.
She leans on the counter, back turned. Knows I’m watching. Doesn’t move away. Doesn’t invite me closer either. Just stays there— like she’s testing how far silence can go. I don’t step forward. And somehow… that’s the whole point.
Too close. His hand stopped halfway. Not touching. Not yet. “You’re thinking too much,” she said. Maybe. “Walk away,” he said. She didn’t. #writing #cinematic
Short scene — “Too close” He stood closer than he should. Not touching. Not yet. “Say something,” she said quietly. He didn’t. Because he knew once he started… he wouldn’t stop. #writing #story #cinematic