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Embracing Tranquility in the Midst of Motion: A Reflective Journey into Moments of Calm
During work, I find myself either standing or perched on my Motion Stool, compelling my core into action. Pacing has become a frequent ritual, accompanied by strategically scattered exercise equipment, be it a pull-up bar, kettlebell, balance device, or grip trainer, always within arm's reach.
The Dragons legacy
A magical adventure A group of siblings inherits a mysterious family heirloom—a dragon-shaped pendant—unleashing a magical curse that transforms them into dragons at night. To break the curse, they must embark on a perilous journey to find the source of the magic and unlock their true destiny.
Gift SundayPublished 3 months ago in FictionPony Up
Dark. That's it. That's all that lives here: darkness. Darkness, and the faint smell of Gerber's digestives, and... is that... ah, yes. Stale urine. Delightful.
Safely Home
As we leave Grandma’s house the snow packing the roads makes the tires of the truck slip and my heart climbs a little higher into my throat each time. I look at Dad behind the wheel in the seat next to me. He smiles at me encouragingly as he turns onto the freeway. As we approach the point of the mountain, I feel the back of the truck wiggle precariously behind us. I might only be ten, but I understand all too well how dangerous snow can be. I lost my cousin four years ago on a night like this and ever since I have secretly been terrified of riding in cars in the winter. Again, I look over at Dad and see his strong jaw isn’t clenched in nervousness, his knuckles aren’t turning white from the strain of holding the wheel. He actually appears completely relaxed. He glances over to me long enough for his eyes, full of love and reassurance, to meet my own. My heart stops pounding and the knot in my stomach loosens. No longer terrified, I am now able to enjoy the beauty of the silent blanket that is covering the world around me. I watch the flakes fly at the windshield like stars streaking past a rocket ship and enjoy the remainder of the ride home. Finally, after nearly twice as long as it normally takes, we pull into our driveway. Dad got us safely home and I now know he always will.
A. J. SchoenfeldPublished 3 months ago in FictionA Father's Promise
In a quiet town named Carolina, there was a man named David. He had two kids, Emily and Thomas, and he was also a loving husband. David was like a big support for everyone in his town. He spent his days taking care of his farm and looking after his kids with a lot of love.
Berganashio - Chapter 9
One of the sea-wolfs jumped onto Cotton, and they tumbled several times in a frantic scrambling fight. Cotton suddenly felt the sharp fangs of one of the sea-wolf piercing into his side, and he yelped in pain. He wiggled free from the grasp of the sea-wolf, trying to escape the vigorous fight.
Rowan FinleyPublished 3 months ago in FictionMax's Favorite Tennis Ball
In the Mind of a Tennis Ball His thick yellow fibers danced only slightly in the cold wind as it rushed past. The dirt beneath him was clinging harder, the collected grains now turning harder and forming a paste entangled in the fibers underneath him. Max’s slobber had both seemed to dry and solidify at the same time.
Timothy A RowlandPublished 3 months ago in FictionDestroy HER
Evan on the other hand was at work, and thinking what he did wrong. He was just watching some corn videos, so what? Every male watch them, which is not a big deal, right?
Ina ZeneliPublished 3 months ago in FictionSuddenly I Don't Smile
*(TW/CW: Loss & Grief)* Readers Discretion Advised. ____________________________________________________
Echo MariePublished 3 months ago in FictionThe B&B Bear
I haven't always lived at this Bed & Breakfast. Once upon a time, I traveled with a young child, rarely leaving their side. A beloved teddy bear to keep them company, both at home and away. I came here with them on a vacation ten years ago, but unfortunately, I didn't leave with them. Left behind on one of the tea tables on the porch, I was found by one of the housekeepers hours after my child friend had left.
Kelsey ClareyPublished 3 months ago in FictionThe Quarterback and the Artist
In the final seconds of the game, she found him. Her red lipstick against alabaster skin made a contrast against his black skin. Her mouth found his. The quarterback and the artist, entwined in an instant embrace would still stun some and shock others. Shutterbugs snapped photos that would blanket websites and physical magazines, further enshrining the moment through all ages.
Skyler SaundersPublished 3 months ago in FictionVermithrax's Voyage: A Guardian's Return
From the moment I was stitched into existence, imbued with the vibrant threads of emerald and sapphire, I knew I was destined for more than just being a mere stuffed dragon. My creator, an artisan of forgotten tales, whispered legends into my fabric, tales of dragons who guarded treasures, of mythical beasts who watched over realms unseen by the human eye. I was named Vermithrax, a name that resonated with the echoes of ancient magic and untold power. And yet, my purpose was profoundly simple: to protect a child named Darian.
Panda of PandemoniumPublished 3 months ago in Fiction