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The Voodoo shop of Caribbean solstice 🏝️
Summer solstice Caribbean style is not your Momma's solstice. Better break out the sunscreen and air conditioning, which, BTW, most of the Island folks cannot afford to pay the enormous electrical bills for. The lovely tourists may need to keep their cool cars, buses and limos close by.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Fiction
The Apartment of Inefficiency
This is a story of the Apartment of Inefficiency and its Cross-Contamination Fridge. The Apartment of Inefficiency is a place where time and energy have little value, where nothing seems to produce the intended or desired effect. In said apartment, you’ll find the Cross-Contamination Fridge, among many other useless objects. Quite ironically, the owner of the Apartment of Inefficiency is known by people as “the Food Police”. He’s the one in charge, the one who decides what happens, how it happens, and to what level of inefficiency. His home he shares with his companion: The Never Hungry, Always Tired.
By Unbreakable Heart2 years ago in Fiction
The Magic Drum
Once upon a time, in a quaint village nestled in the heart of a dense forest, there lived a wise old man named Kofi. Kofi was known for his deep understanding of the world and his extraordinary collection of artifacts, each with its own story. Among his treasures, the most fascinating was a drum—no ordinary drum, but a magic drum with the power to change lives.
By Aishat Oyinkansola2 years ago in Fiction
WHEN THE SUN STAND STILL
In the quaint town of Willowdale, nestled between rolling hills and ancient forests, the summer solstice was once a revered occasion. The townsfolk would gather at the old oak tree, adorned with flowers and ribbons, to perform the ancient ritual of the Sun's Embrace. As the sun reached its zenith, they would join hands, sing, and dance to honor the longest day of the year. But as time passed, the ritual was forgotten, and the town became like any other. However, on the 150th anniversary of the last Sun's Embrace, a group of curious residents stumbled upon an ancient text hidden within the town's archives. The dusty manuscript described the ritual's significance and its potential to unlock the solstice's hidden power. Intrigued, the group decided to revive the Sun's Embrace, hoping to rekindle the town's connection with nature and its heritage. They spent weeks preparing, rehearsing the ancient songs and dances, and adorning the old oak tree with flowers and ribbons once more. As the summer solstice arrived, the townsfolk gathered at the old oak, their faces filled with excitement and curiosity. They joined hands, sang, and danced as the sun reached its peak. Suddenly, a strange, pulsating light enveloped the gathering, and the air was filled with an otherworldly energy. The ritual had unlocked the solstice's hidden power! The town was bathed in a warm, golden glow, and the skies turned a deep shade of blue. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the sound of soft, ethereal music. As the days passed, the townsfolk noticed remarkable changes. The crops grew stronger and faster, the rivers ran clearer, and the forests seemed to whisper ancient secrets to those who listened. The town was transformed, and the revival of the Sun's Embrace had become a beacon of hope and magic. People from neighboring towns and cities began to visit Willowdale, drawn by the rumors of its transformation. They too, felt the solstice's power, and soon, the town became a hub of cultural and spiritual revival. The summer solstice had unlocked more than just an ancient ritual; it had awakened a sense of community, connection, and wonder. As the townsfolk looked up at the sun, now shining brighter than ever, they knew that they had tapped into something much greater than themselves – the magic of the longest day of the year.
By Jophiel williamson2 years ago in Fiction
Asad Mahmood New York: Pioneering Innovations in the Gaming Industry
New York City, the beating center of technical innovation, gave birth to numerous trailblazers who profoundly impacted their respective fields. Asad Mahmood New York is one of these trailblazers; he is a visionary entrepreneur based in the heart of Manhattan who has not only embraced but also transformed the gaming industry.
By Asad Mahmood NYC2 years ago in Fiction
Blue light special
Sunken at the bottom of the car, he looked up at an awkward angle toward the window, breathing hard and fast. The mental state of his cognitive and emotional abilities were running at such a high level of intensity and stress, as the shaking under the car rattled his body with a sudden force.
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Fiction
The Empty Prison
The birds chirped. The sun shone. The wind blew. Even the frogs made the weird little ribbit sounds they made. Jeremy thought he could see an alligator walking between the trees in the woods, so that made him increasingly impatient about getting inside the facility. He already spent like a solid 20 minutes waiting in his car for the gate to open, and not only did nobody accept his calls, there wasn’t even a person in the guard booth for him to talk to. He was seriously contemplating just going inside that booth and opening the damn thing himself. Jeremy Nealson was a fairly busy detective with a lot going on right now. Okay, he didn’t really have anything going on, and this was the only case that the office had available, but there were definitely better ways of spending his time than just pointlessly waiting on others.
By Arsen Ter-Avakian2 years ago in Fiction
Russell's Viper Attacks in Bangladesh
Late Russell's Snake Attacks in Bangladesh: A Creating Concern Lately, Bangladesh has seen an upsetting extension in Russell's snake (Daboia russelii) attacks, raising concerns among the public and clinical subject matter experts. These events highlight the prerequisites for overhauled care, preventive measures, and a better clinical response than snakebite episodes nearby.
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Fiction
A DAY IN OUR LIVES
A Day in Our Lives The morning sun gently peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. As the alarm clock buzzed, Alex reached out to silence it, savoring a few extra moments in bed before the day began. Beside them, Taylor stirred, already half-awake and ready to tackle the day.The kitchen soon filled with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Over breakfast, they exchanged their plans for the day—Alex had a crucial meeting at work, while Taylor was excited about a new project kickoff. Their mornings were always a blend of routine and anticipation, a shared rhythm that set the tone for the day ahead.As they headed out, the city was already bustling with life. Alex navigated through the traffic, mentally preparing for the presentations and discussions lined up. Meanwhile, Taylor took the subway, engrossed in a novel that provided a brief escape from the day's demands.At work, Alex thrived on the energy of collaboration, exchanging ideas with colleagues and strategizing for the company's next big move. The meeting was intense but fulfilling, a testament to the hard work and dedication that defined Alex's professional life. Taylor, on the other hand, found joy in creativity, sketching out designs and brainstorming with the team. The new project promised to be challenging, but Taylor loved every moment of the creative process.Evening arrived, bringing a sense of accomplishment. As they reconvened at home, Alex and Taylor shared stories from their day, celebrating small victories and offering support where needed. Dinner was a simple affair, a chance to unwind and reconnect. The conversation flowed easily, punctuated by laughter and shared dreams.Later, they settled into their cozy living room, a book in Taylor's hands and a documentary on Alex's screen. The day's hustle gradually faded, replaced by the comfort of togetherness. They cherished these quiet moments, a balance of individual passions and shared experiences.As night fell, they reflected on their day—another chapter in their lives, filled with its own unique blend of routine and novelty. The world outside continued its ceaseless pace, but within their shared space, they found peace and purpose.
By Anita Akombo2 years ago in Fiction
