Book of the Month
The Last Memory: Chapter 8
"So, I will need my ID for this new job," Trenton said, taking a bite of her green beans. "Do you know where that is?" Pam looked at her closely before answering. "I know that I have it, but I will have to look to see where I put it."
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue9 months ago in BookClub
The Last Memory: Chapter 7
"What about that hardware store over there?" Trenton suggested, looking over at Pam. "I don't see how that could hurt," Pam said, pulling into a parking spot next to the store. "You go in and seeing they are hiring. I'm going to get a coffee from across the street."
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue9 months ago in BookClub
Frederick McKinley Jones
Frederick McKinley Jones (1893 – 1961) The train that carried Frederick McKinley Jones back to Hallock, Minnesota, after World War I rattled like a pocketful of bolts. Through the window, winter wheat lay flat against the prairie, and the sky stretched in a pale sheet to the horizon. He had a duffel bag, a head full of machine music, and the kind of hands that remembered how things fit together long after memory had given up the words.
By TREYTON SCOTT9 months ago in BookClub
Book Review: Focus to Fortune by Terry Fisher
In Focus to Fortune: The New Science of Attention, Energy and Earning Power, author Terry Fisher argues that the defining currency of the modern economy is no longer time or even skill, but attention. The book positions focus not as a personal virtue but as a measurable economic resource that influences productivity, income and long-term wealth.
By Manish Bhatia9 months ago in BookClub
The Last Memory: Chapter Five
Trenton walked down the stairs, feeling the air cool down around her as she got to the bottom. The basement was dark and there was only one light bulb on the ceiling to brighten everything up. Trenton scouted the room for the dryer, finding it in the far corner of the room. She opened the door, pulled the clothes out, and set them on top of the dryer.
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue9 months ago in BookClub
Unhinged Healing - Raw Poetry For The Abused
The book that was never meant to be. In a moment of discontentment and boredom, I began to gather my poetry that was scattered across writing platforms, old journals, and forgotten documents on my Google Drive to bring some sort of organization to my writing portfolio. I realized I had a lot more poems than I thought I did. It was a joke at first. I said to my family, "Man. I didn't realize I had this many poems written. I could make a book of them." When my husband suggested actually making a poetry book to add to my portfolio with them, I almost automatically responded with: "Because I am no Poe or Emily Dickinson. No one wants to read my trash poems."
By Hope Martin9 months ago in BookClub
The Chronos Compass and the City Beneath the Sands
Professor Aris Thorne was a man obsessed with forgotten history, his office overflowing with ancient maps, crumbling texts, and peculiar artifacts. His latest fixation was the legend of Aethel, a city swallowed by the desert millennia ago, said to hold the secret to manipulating time. The key, according to fragmented scrolls, was the "Chronos Compass."
By Being Inquisitive9 months ago in BookClub
The Empty Chair: How Small Opportunities Turn into Great Success
The Empty Chair: How Small Opportunities Turn into Great Success In a quiet town, tucked between rolling hills and winding rivers, there was a small community hall where weekly gatherings took place. Every Thursday evening, people from all walks of life came together to share ideas, stories, and sometimes even dreams. At the center of the hall stood a long wooden table surrounded by chairs. One chair, however, always remained empty. The chair belonged to no one in particular. It was simply there, waiting. Some saw it as a symbol of absence, others ignored it completely. But for young Daniel, a curious boy with restless ambition, the empty chair was a mystery. He often wondered: Why does no one sit there? Could it be reserved for someone important? Or was it just forgotten? One evening, the town’s mayor announced a special meeting. “We are looking for fresh ideas to improve our community,” he said. “Anyone who wishes to speak may take the empty chair.” The room fell silent. People exchanged glances, but no one moved. The chair seemed heavier than ever, as if it carried the weight of responsibility. Daniel’s heart raced. He was only sixteen, and surely too young to speak among adults. Yet something inside him whispered: This is your chance. Slowly, nervously, he walked toward the chair and sat down. The room stirred with surprise. The mayor nodded, inviting him to speak. Daniel cleared his throat. “I believe small changes can make a big difference,” he began. “If we plant trees along the riverbank, we can prevent erosion and create a beautiful place for families. If we organize weekend workshops, children can learn skills beyond school. And if we encourage local businesses to collaborate, we can build a stronger economy together.” His words were simple, but they carried sincerity. The townspeople listened, some smiling, others nodding. When he finished, the mayor said, “Thank you, Daniel. Your ideas are practical and inspiring. Let us consider them seriously.” From that day forward, the empty chair was no longer just a piece of furniture. It became a symbol of opportunity. Each week, someone new sat there—sometimes a farmer with a plan to improve crops, sometimes a teacher with a vision for education, sometimes a mother with hopes for safer streets. The chair gave voice to those who had never spoken before. Daniel’s small step of courage sparked a movement. The town planted trees, and soon the riverbank blossomed with life. Workshops were held, teaching children carpentry, painting, and even coding. Local businesses joined forces, creating new jobs and strengthening the community. What began as a nervous boy’s decision to sit in an empty chair grew into a wave of progress that transformed the town. Years later, Daniel became a respected leader. He often reminded people of that first moment. “Success doesn’t always come from grand gestures,” he said. “It begins with small opportunities—like an empty chair—that we choose to embrace. When we act, even in the smallest way, we set in motion something far greater than ourselves.” The chair still stood in the hall, polished and waiting. It was never assigned to anyone permanently. Instead, it remained open, a reminder that opportunities are everywhere, waiting for someone brave enough to take them. And whenever a new voice rose from that chair, the town remembered Daniel’s lesson: that success is not about age, status, or wealth, but about the courage to seize the moment.
By Alhouci boumizzi9 months ago in BookClub
