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Rin's Golden Dream
Rain lashed against the rickety shack, the wind howling like a famished wolf. Inside, huddled beneath a threadbare blanket, sat Rin. A skinny girl of ten, with eyes the color of storm clouds and hair like tangled seaweed, she clutched a worn book, its pages filled with fantastical tales of faraway lands and unimaginable wealth. It was her only escape from the harsh reality of her life.
ANNA CORALPublished a day ago in BookClubInk on Starlight
Amara, a seasoned cartographer with ink-stained fingers and a thirst for the unknown, stumbled upon a weathered parchment tucked within a dusty tome. It depicted a swirling vortex, an impossible gateway rumored to lead to the Celestial Cartography, a mythical archive charted by constellations. The thought of such a place, a library woven from starlight, ignited a spark within her.
ANNA CORALPublished a day ago in BookClubFuture Innovations in eBook and Audiobook Technology
The landscape of eBook and audiobook technology is evolving rapidly, driven by advances in technology and changes in consumer expectations. Companies like Audible, Everand and Blinkist are already trying this new improvements.
Camila SantellanPublished 2 days ago in BookClubWhispers in the Red Dust
Once upon a time Dr. Anya Petrova squinted at the Martian sunrise, the thin atmosphere turning the horizon a pale, bruised purple. Ten years. Ten years since she'd left the vibrant blue of Earth for the rusty red of Mars. Back then, she'd been filled with a fierce pioneer spirit, the first botanist on a fledgling colony. Now, a creeping loneliness gnawed at her.
ANNA CORALPublished 2 days ago in BookClubRachel Reviews: Tigers in Red Weather by Liza Klaussmann
I am guilty of judging a book by its cover, I will admit. And what a cover this book has with its beautiful women and its vintage feel and its art deco lettering, and of course the bright, bright red which ties in with the book's title.
Rachel DeemingPublished 2 days ago in BookClubMedha's dream
Hi, I’m Medha. Today, I found one of my notebooks I used for writing when I was in class one. But the funny part is, I can’t even understand what I wrote. At that time, I was learning to write. I couldn’t hold the pencil correctly. I couldn’t even draw a straight line. It reminded me of my childhood. I just loved to make doodles on my notebook and the wall of my room at that time. My parents and teacher worked hard to teach me handwriting. I did exercise a lot to improve my writing. My handwriting became good after a few years of practice.
The Teacher
Sarah Thompson stepped into the hallowed halls of Oakwood High School with a mix of nerves and excitement. As a new English teacher, she was eager to make a difference in the lives of her students. Little did she know that her journey at Oakwood would lead her down a path she never expected—one of intrigue, manipulation, and psychological warfare.
Benjamin Earnest OtegaPublished 4 days ago in BookClubWhy You Definitely Can't Survive a Nuclear Winter
The world looked totally different after the atomic war - a place, where people just wiped out and where nature reclaimed its rights over the remnants of once proud civilization: ruins were the only trace of the former order of things. A few moments later, Mason became a witness of the catastrophic sight of a radioactive canyon, where the only thing that was left was a ruined world unable to rise from ashes of an atomic bomb.
Amine OubihPublished 5 days ago in BookClubPromoting My list of Books
It's very tragic that the American nation that was founding by highly educated people is now being governed by idiots who can barely even read the one book that matters and are now calling for a ban on books because it's "woke", it might "offend people or even upset people.
Johann HollarPublished 6 days ago in BookClubMother's Love
"Mother" is a very magical word. The sweetest word in the world is 'Mother', which contains all the happiness, joy, love and all illusions of the world. This is the only word in the world, the recollection of which all kinds of sorrows vanish in a moment. And in a moment the soul is filled with peace.
Yahya MahmudPublished 6 days ago in BookClubHow The US is destroying the young people's future
Thank you for your time. My name is Scott Galloway, and I work as a teacher at NYU. I've got 720 seconds and 44 slides. Shall we light this candle? (Laughter) Alright, so in case you didn't know, I'm a global television retailer. An actual tale. In the previous three years, I have had four TV shows. After six weeks, two of them were discontinued, and two others were canceled before they were ever launched. Let us review. If our goal is to inject some energy into this, if we wish to kick the economy in the ass. Bloomberg. Name in financial news that people trust the most. Not in the long run. Andrew Yang: I am determined to give this country my all.True story. I've had four TV series in the last three years. Two of them have been canceled before they were launched, and two were canceled within six weeks. Let's recap. (Video) If we want to juice this thing, if we want to put a cattle prod up the ass of the economy. Bloomberg. The most trusted name in financial news. Not for long. Andrew Yang: I'm going to do whatever I can for this countryNavigate to the desired video location in the transcript. Scroll automatically I'm Scott Galloway, an NYU professor, and I value your time. I have 720 seconds and 44 slides. Light this candle, please. (Laughter) Alright, so in case you didn't know, I'm actually our global television store. Scott Galloway: Come on, Jesus, you're zero for two. (Video concludes) SG: A face for the podcast industry. The day's first insight, then. To start off the final TED talk, let me be the one to welcome you. (Laughter) Alright. It's obvious, by the way; what's its name? For what purpose are we here? "The Magnificent and the Courageous?" Chris is obviously a dissatisfied soap opera producer. This is basically what we have here, to laugh.
Cabdi KariimPublished 7 days ago in BookClubThe Mirror World'
As I stood in front of the antique mirror, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Its ornate frame seemed to whisper secrets, and the glass itself appeared to ripple like water. I had always been drawn to the mysterious and unknown, and this mirror seemed to embody both.
Isra SaleemPublished 7 days ago in BookClub