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Walking on wheels
I’m not sure Dad knows what he’s doing this time. He seems to want to strap something onto my feet. He calls them skates, and he’s convinced that I saw someone else with them and wanted to try. Doesn’t he know I’m only four? Has he forgotten all the time I spent learning to walk?
Andy PottsPublished 2 days ago in FictionPhantoms of giggling wait
Phantoms of giggling wait, Where we once had a place. Your name, a murmur in the breeze, A shadow on the sunlit way The unfilled seat next to me,
Rony SutradarPublished 3 days ago in FictionThe sweet truth about dark chocolate
The sweet truth about dark chocolate Dark chocolate is a delicious and nutritious treat that has been enjoyed for centuries. It is made from the roasted and ground seeds of the cacao tree, and it is rich in antioxidants and other beneficial compounds. In recent years, there has been a growing body of research suggesting that dark chocolate may have a number of health benefits, including:
Mohamed Sobhy MorsyPublished 3 days ago in FictionEchoes in the silence
In the nightfall of a destroyed dream, I wander through the shadows of my mind, Where resonations mumble advantaged experiences, calmed and faint,
Rony SutradarPublished 3 days ago in FictionThe Horrifying Stories Behind the Disney Classics
Do you recall a recent moment when you have grown to be a bit older, well above the age when you would watch your favorite Disney classic with difficulty tying your shoelace by yourself?Tightly hugging your mom, she sat next to you on the sofa and her face expressed expressions of both joy and disgust. And also, it was a very challenging time, when you were in the mode of “Doing everything yourself. ”Such were those seemingly unending days that littered my mind with countless memories and tails.
Amine OubihPublished 3 days ago in FictionStarlight Manor
Never in Lise’s life has she seen a house like this. Every inch of it, from the arched doorway all the way down the front hall, is intricately drenched in an aura of uncompromising wealth, a wealth of the likes she’s never seen. The floors, vast and cold and unyielding, are a polished white marble, and the loud, slapping sound of Lise’s bare feet echo against it throughout the hallway. She glances this way and that, attempting to take it all in as the old man, a platter with a couple of fancy looking beverages balanced expertly on one hand, guides them down the long, winding hall. White, thick candles glow warmly in golden sconces all the way down the tall black walls, the warm glow of them reflecting faintly off the marble floor. Alois is quiet and serene beside her, the candlelight flickering off his sharp, pale face, failing to warm the coldness of his eyes.
angela hepworthPublished 4 days ago in FictionWhy a Zombie Apocalypse Is Inevitable
In the famous game and television series, The Last of Us, humanity is on the verge of ruin from a fungal infection that turns people into zombie-like creatures. This situation might appear to be from science fiction, but it has frightening beginnings in the real world. The real-world fungus Ophiocordyceps unilateralis, which is also called the zombie-ant fungus, demonstrates the scary abilities that foreshadow a possible future danger to humans.
Amine OubihPublished 4 days ago in FictionRabbit and tortoise story 1
In the heart of a vibrant timber, where altitudinous trees rumored secrets to the wind and sun danced through the leaves, there lived two doubtful musketeers a tortoise named Theo and a rabbit named Rosie. Despite their differences in speed and dexterity, they participated a deep bond forged by times of fellowship and participated adventures. One sunny morning, as the timber awoke to the gentle pat of dawn, Theo and Rosie set out on their usual hunt for food. Theo, with his sturdy shell and deliberate pace, sauntered along the timber bottom, while Rosie, with her nimble legs and bottomless energy, hopped ahead, eager to explore.
vinoth kumarPublished 4 days ago in FictionNew story rabbit and tortoise
Title The Tortoise and the Rabbit A ultramodern Fable Once upon a time, in a antique little city nestled between rolling hills and lush timbers, there lived a tortoise named Theo and a rabbit named Ruby. Despite their egregious differences in appearance and disposition, Theo and Ruby were the stylish of musketeers.
vinoth kumarPublished 4 days ago in Fiction- Top Story - May 2024
Vale Perficientur
"My tears need a minute to find the edges of my face. If you'll please excuse me." The sarcasm stabbed into Juliana’s heart. Antonia glared at her from the pit of the Lyceum as her student fought to hold back tears that had nothing to do with the pain in her fingers. “You’re better than this, again.”
Matthew FrommPublished 5 days ago in Fiction The Ugliest Structure
Mark Twain called the structure I work in, "The ugliest structure in America." I concur. The Dwight D. Eisenhower Chief Place of business isn't the biggest in Washington, D.C., yet its forcing façade causes it to feel as is it. I work for the Workplace of E-Government and Data Innovation. I have a satellite office in the entrails of this monster. Working in this building gives us speedy admittance to both the President and VP on the grounds that they additionally have workplaces here. This entrance might be the reason I'm in this present circumstance, or perhaps it's the task I'm allocated to, or both.
Yahya MahmudPublished 5 days ago in FictionThe Ugliest Structure
Mark Twain called the structure I work in, "The ugliest structure in America." I concur. The Dwight D. Eisenhower Chief Place of business isn't the biggest in Washington, D.C., yet its forcing façade causes it to feel as is it. I work for the Workplace of E-Government and Data Innovation. I have a satellite office in the guts of this monster. Working in this building gives us fast admittance to both the President and VP in light of the fact that they additionally have workplaces here. This entrance might be the reason I'm in this present circumstance, or perhaps it's the undertaking I'm alloted to, or both.
Yahya MahmudPublished 5 days ago in Fiction