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You are enough, just as you are.
Words of Poem You don’t need to change a thing, You shine just like a star. No need to chase perfection— You are enough, just as you are.
By Muhammad Haider2 years ago in Fiction
Pink Sheep, Cheesy Burritos, and Grim Reality of Zombies. Content Warning.
Pink Sheep, Cheesy Burritos, and the Grim Reality of Zombies The Blue Monkey rocked gently on the river's slow current, sunlight gleaming off its polished brass fittings. With each passing month the outfall dust of the comet hitting the moon, grew less thick, allowing faint shimmers of sunlight to reach the earth's surface. After two thousand years of darkness, frozen algae, and snow, life was returning to earth, now called Vesonta, as the ice age's end slowly creeped in.
By Wendy Christine Allen 🌸💖🦄 aka EelKat 🧿💛🔮👻2 years ago in Fiction
WinMatch: Top 5 Sports Betting Mistakes and How to Avoid Them
Sports betting is thrilling, fun, and—if done right—can be profitable. But let’s be honest, most bettors make the same mistakes over and over. Whether you’re a newbie or a seasoned bettor, avoiding common pitfalls is key to maximizing your success. In this guide, we’ll break down the top 5 sports betting mistakes and, more importantly, how to avoid them. Let’s dive in!
By winmatch72 years ago in Fiction
Snowdrifts
Image by solominphoto on Freepik *** I have to leave. I know. The snow is piling up, and darkness is creeping fast around me, covering the roads, and turning the world into a white, fairy-tale painting.
By Mariana Busarova2 years ago in Fiction
The Skylight Room
Once upon a time, in the heart of a bustling city, stood an old boarding house on a quiet, winding street. Among its many rooms, nestled at the very top, was the smallest yet most enchanting of them all—the Skylight Room. The room was tiny, barely large enough to fit a single bed, a wooden chair, and a small desk. But what it lacked in size, it made up for in charm. A single skylight, framed by weathered wooden beams, opened up to the heavens, offering a breathtaking view of the stars at night and the sun's golden embrace at dawn.
By Himansu Kumar Routray2 years ago in Fiction
The Power of Apology and Forgiveness in Love
Love is a beautiful journey, but it’s not without its bumps and bruises. Conflicts, misunderstandings, and mistakes are inevitable in any relationship. What truly matters is how you handle these challenges. Two of the most powerful tools for healing and strengthening relationships areapology andforgiveness. In this article, we’ll explore the transformative power of saying sorry and forgiving, why they’re essential for relationship harmony, and practical tips for mastering these skills. Whether you’re navigating a recent argument or rebuilding trust after a betrayal, understanding the art of apology and forgiveness can help you create a deeper, more resilient connection with your partner.
By Shashi shekhar2 years ago in Fiction
Overcoming Trust Issues in Relationships
Trust is the foundation of any healthy relationship. It’s the glue that holds couples together, allowing them to feel safe, secure, and connected. But trust is fragile, and once broken, it can be incredibly challenging to rebuild. Whether it’s due to infidelity, dishonesty, or past trauma, trust issues can create emotional distance and strain even the strongest relationships. The good news? With effort, patience, and the right strategies, it’s possible to overcome trust issues and create a stronger, more resilient bond. In this article, we’ll explore common trust challenges and provide actionable steps to rebuild and maintain trust in your relationship.
By Shashi shekhar2 years ago in Fiction
Gathering Pink Dye. Content Warning.
Gathering Pink Dye The cliffs of MoonSnail Cove loomed before them, jagged and treacherous. Waves crashed against the frozen rocks below, sending sprays of icy mist into the bitter air. Quaraun leaned heavily on his cane, his lame leg throbbing with each step.
By Wendy Christine Allen 🌸💖🦄 aka EelKat 🧿💛🔮👻2 years ago in Fiction
Preparations for the Street Market of the GodForsaken City
Preparations for the Street Market of the GodForsaken City The smell of anise taffy being pulled, thick and sugary, wafted from the lighthouse kitchen, a rare scent of sweetness in a world frozen by the eternal chill.
By Wendy Christine Allen 🌸💖🦄 aka EelKat 🧿💛🔮👻2 years ago in Fiction
Butterflies and Songbirds. Top Story - February 2025.
What would you choose as your last memory? The last thing you would ever see? What small animal would you like to be? William hated questionnaires, but this would be the last one he ever filled out. His doctors had given him less than a week to live and one last choice to make. One he and his wife had made long ago. Jenna had figured it all out. She’d always been the planner, and he was grateful to be the one she picked to make her dreams come true. The first part of the plan had gone into effect three years, seven months, and a week of tear-blurred days ago, when Jenna had made her final journey. Always leading the way. Some of her students, her kids, had thrown a going-away party. William didn’t have to worry about any of that. Before her, it had always been his plan to disappear from this world without a trace. Jenna had convinced him to leave something in this world, if not this time.
By Sean A.2 years ago in Fiction
The Man Who Knew Tomorrow
Ethan Clarke had always known what was going to happen. Not in a supernatural way, not with visions or voices. He simply woke up each morning with a clear knowledge of the day ahead—what conversations he’d have, what news would break, even the smallest details like which song would play on the radio. It had been like this for as long as he could remember. At first, he thought everyone was like him. But as he grew older, he realized no one else saw time as he did. His parents dismissed his predictions as coincidences. His teachers called him imaginative. By adulthood, he had learned to live with it. He never used it for personal gain. Never played the lottery, never changed events. He simply followed the script. Until one morning—everything changed. Ethan woke up and felt… nothing. His mind was blank. The day ahead, which should have been crystal clear, was an empty void. Panic gripped him. He checked his phone. No missed calls, no news alerts—yet. He turned on the TV, but before the anchor could speak, he realized he had no idea what she was going to say. For the first time in his life, he was living in the unknown. Was he sick? Was he dying? Had something broken inside his mind? Then, a thought struck him. Maybe this wasn’t about him. Maybe something had changed—not just for him, but for the world itself. Determined to find out, Ethan left his apartment and walked through the city. The streets looked the same, people going about their day. But something felt off. Then, at exactly 12:07 PM, it happened. A deafening BOOM shook the ground. People screamed. Glass shattered. Smoke filled the sky. Ethan turned toward the source—a massive explosion in the distance. A building collapsing in on itself. This wasn’t supposed to happen. His entire life, he had known the future. But this? This was something new. Something unexpected. As he stood frozen, his mind raced. Had his ability disappeared because time itself had changed? Had someone—or something—altered the future? Then, out of the chaos, he saw her. A woman in a gray coat, standing perfectly still amidst the panic. She wasn’t running. She wasn’t screaming. She was watching him. Their eyes met. And suddenly— Memories flooded back. But they weren’t his. He saw flashes of another life. A world where he had met this woman before. A world where time had rewritten itself, over and over, and she was the one pulling the strings. The woman gave a small, knowing smile. Then, she turned and disappeared into the crowd. Ethan’s breath came in short gasps. For the first time in his life, he had no idea what would happen next. And for the first time—he was truly afraid.
By Hridoy Hasan2 years ago in Fiction
A Quiet Day on The Blue Monkey
A Quiet Day on The Blue Monkey Quaraun lay nestled in the warmth of their shared stateroom, propped up against pillows, the soft scent of lavender oil filling the air as his handmaids flitted about, fussing over him with gentle care.
By Wendy Christine Allen 🌸💖🦄 aka EelKat 🧿💛🔮👻2 years ago in Fiction