wispo uganja
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writing is more than just a means of exploration - it's also a way for me to connect with others. I love nothing more than hearing from readers who have been touched by my words, whether it's through a heartfelt essay or a gripping novel.
Stories (51/0)
The Science Behind the Earth's Roundness and Shape.
The shape of the Earth has been a subject of scientific investigation for centuries. Ancient Greek philosophers such as Pythagoras and Aristotle were among the first to propose that the Earth was round, based on observations of lunar eclipses and the circular shape of the Earth's shadow on the Moon. In modern times, the evidence supporting the roundness of the Earth has been overwhelming, and we now know that the Earth is not a perfect sphere, but rather an oblate spheroid, which means it is slightly flattened at the poles and bulging at the equator.
By wispo uganjaabout a year ago in Earth
The Evil Of Lies
The Evil of Lies Day 1: Today, I find myself reflecting on the pervasive and destructive nature of lies. As a society, we are often taught from a young age that lying is wrong, and yet it seems to be a prevalent part of human behavior. Lies can range from small, innocuous fibs to grand, manipulative deceptions, and their impact can be far-reaching and devastating.
By wispo uganjaabout a year ago in Humans
Up For Spades
Up for Spades It was a chilly winter evening, and a group of friends gathered at Adam's house for their weekly game night. Among them were Adam, a software engineer, Kate, a lawyer, Jake, a chef, and Lisa, a teacher. They had been friends since college and had a tradition of playing card games every Friday night.
By wispo uganjaabout a year ago in Families
Rude And Love
Rude and Love As the morning sun rose over the small town of Meadowville, Sarah was busy preparing for her day as a florist. She had always loved flowers and had turned her passion into a successful business. Her quaint flower shop, "Blossom Dreams," was known for its beautiful arrangements and friendly service.
By wispo uganjaabout a year ago in Poets
The Talking Cat
Once upon a time, in a small village, there was a talking cat named Mr. Whiskers. He was a peculiar cat with a charming personality and an intelligent mind. Unlike any other cat, Mr. Whiskers had the ability to speak and communicate with humans.
By wispo uganjaabout a year ago in Poets
The Hidden Treasure
Once upon a time, in a small coastal village, two young men named Jack and Max dreamed of finding a hidden treasure. They had heard stories of a pirate who had buried a great treasure somewhere along the rocky coast, but no one knew where.
By wispo uganjaabout a year ago in Journal
Light Up The Candle
Once upon a time, in a small village, lived a man named John. He was a hardworking and dedicated person who always strived to do his best. John's life was simple yet meaningful, as he always tried to find joy in the little things around him.
By wispo uganjaabout a year ago in Poets
Reign Of Terror
REIGN OF TERROR The Reign of Terror was a period of immense bloodshed and fear in France during the French Revolution. It was a time when the ruling government, known as the Committee of Public Safety, used extreme measures to suppress dissent and maintain control over the populace. The following is a fictionalized account of a family caught up in the chaos of the Reign of Terror.
By wispo uganjaabout a year ago in Journal
CareFree
Once upon a time, there was a young woman named Lily. She was carefree, always dancing to the beat of her own drum, and never worrying about tomorrow. She lived her life with a smile on her face, and her infectious laughter could brighten up anyone's day. She was happy, and nothing could bring her down.
By wispo uganjaabout a year ago in Fiction
Grieving Family`s Loss
Once upon a time, in a small town, there lived a family of four. John and Mary were the parents, and they had two children, a boy and a girl. Their life was like a fairytale, happy and content. They had a beautiful home, a lovely garden, and the children were the apple of their eyes.
By wispo uganjaabout a year ago in Poets