Lyra's Journey to the Unknown World
Once upon a time, in a world far, far away, there was a small village nestled at the base of a mountain. The villagers lived a simple life, farming and trading with nearby towns. However, they were all aware of a strange, almost mystical presence that lingered on the mountaintop. Many had attempted to climb the mountain, but none had ever returned.Farhad SetharPublished about 14 hours ago in Fiction
It changed into a lovely summer time day in the quiet suburban community of Maplewood. Kids had been playing outdoor, adults have been running of their yards, and the neighborhood seemed like the correct area to raise a family. However matters have been about to take a dark turn.Rasheek RasoolPublished about 15 hours ago in Fiction
Fearless Pursuit of Happiness: Overcoming the Fear of Failure in Entrepreneurship
Once upon a time, there was a young man named Alex who aspired to be a successful entrepreneur. He had always been ambitious and hardworking, but he also suffered from a crippling fear of failure, which prevented him from taking risks and pursuing his dreams.
What does happiness is a journey, not a destination mean
There was a young man named Jack who yearned for happiness. He thought happiness was a destination he could reach by achieving his goals and dreams.
What are the obstacles in the pursuit of happiness psychology?
Once upon a time, there was a young man named Jack who desired only to be happy. He believed that happiness was the key to a fulfilling life, and he was determined to pursue it regardless of the obstacles. But, as he began his journey, he quickly realized that if he wanted to achieve true happiness, he would have to overcome several obstacles.
The Legend of Alexander and Isabella: A Timeless Tale of True Love
Alexander was a prince once upon a time in an unknown kingdom. He was famous throughout the kingdom for his charm, wit, and ability to seduce any woman he desired.
Love Story about an Alien and a Human, A Fictional Tale
The Beginning - A Chance Encounter Our story begins with a young human, named Alex, who was working as an astronaut on a deep space mission. While on a routine spacewalk, Alex noticed a strange object approaching their spacecraft. At first, Alex thought it was a meteor, but as it got closer, Alex realized that it was something entirely different. It was an alien spaceship, unlike anything Alex had ever seen before.AJ DigitalPublished about 19 hours ago in Fiction
"I Broke My Hip"
I have to tell you a story because when I was a senior in college, I quickly discovered myself. I had woken up late, really late in fact, and arose from my queen size mattress in the hotel room reserved for me and my radio broadcasting partners, who slept in the other room. Outside of the Assembly Hall in Bloomington, Indiana where I and four other members of our tiny college radio station in South Dakota, were to broadcast the NCAA Division V Women’s Basketball National Championship Tournament. The men’s team sucks, but I’ll talk about that throughout this book. To an alarm clock that has been characterized as a buzzing noise similar to watching “The Shining.” Eerily loud for sure. I woke up from a late slumber and arose to the sounds of springtime bird chirping and a burst of radiant sunshine outside but there was also a heavy bit of melting snow on the ground. After fluffing my hair, decking my dark blue suit and blondish slash reddish crimson tie on my neck festive for the Hoosiers occasion. Rolling out of bed like a 68-year-old man, sleepy from a long hangout the boys and I enjoyed at a little devilish hole in the wall called “Kilroy’s Bar & Grill,” where we slurped on $1 mini shots and watched another NCAA Tournament in a packer bar as IU won in the First Four against Washington State. We partied and swallowed a fish. Cussing like a sailor until night’s end. It goes to show you why I was waking up late. Since the tournament was starting at the earliest start time of nine a.m., I had taken a shower and vested into my clothing faster than the Energizer bunny would in those commercials. “Whopper, whopper, whopper, whopper, junior, double, triple whopper, flamed grilled taste with perfect toppers I ruled this day,” I hummed to myself in the bathroom while I was dressing into my work clothes because that song stuck in my head for three whole weeks, and I was scrolling through emails on my old school Blackberry. “At B-K, Have it your way! You Rule!” Dawning our typical company sweater vests and high-top yellow and red company beanies, plus a black coat. Before you know it the sheets, boards, and player information that have helped me throughout my time as a young broadcaster, fully printed from the school library and fully colorful like a Jim Carey act in the TV show, In Living Color, were shelved into cream folders into my black computer case that folds like a suitcase. Snow that once pelted on the ground the night before, crunched at my feet like chewing on Kona Ice. My feet as I stepped out of the hotel lobby, felt like a “tap-tap-tap on the glass… waving through a window (sorry I listen to Broadway classics before I go walk down past the hotel lobby, especially during a road game). Then on my way out of the door, I slipped on the pavement, and later a neurologist could call me and say the dreaded words I dreaded. I broke my hip. Headphones flew out of my ears, and even hotel specialists didn’t seem surprised, but my body contorted in the air as Kerrie Shrug flew through the air at the ‘96 Olympics in Atlanta. I mean, it was a hard fall. It felt as if I toppled down six flights of stairs to the delight of my horrors, “Here’s Johnny” from The Shining. I fell hip first and it shattered leaving my papers flying through the air. My boards were ruined, my stuff was ruined, and nothing was sealed so my papers were wet. Even the rays of sunshine and winter-like air couldn’t save me from slipping on black ice, but it did prevent me from my back breaking or something worse happening to me. My day defines a lot of my chaotic life in this toxic radio job at the time. That I didn’t know was toxic, it was a mess.Braydyn LentsPublished about 19 hours ago in Fiction
Long ago, in a small village nestled at the foot of a great mountain range, there lived a young boy named Kip. Kip had always been fascinated by the mountains, their vastness and their mystery, and had dreamed of exploring them ever since he was old enough to walk.Ian WoodwardPublished about 23 hours ago in Fiction
The Book of Shadows
As Ava walked down the streets of her small town, she couldn't help but feel like she was stuck in a time loop. Every day was the same: wake up, go to work at the local museum, come home, eat dinner, and then go to bed. Nothing was exciting or new in her life, and she longed for something to break the monotony.Kenny Sztejner
The Prince's Quest for Happiness
Once upon a time, in a far-off land, there lived a young prince named Leo. Leo had everything he could possibly want - wealth, power, and a loving family. Despite having all the luxuries of life, Leo was never satisfied and always felt that something was missing.
How I Survived A Car Accident
I was driving down the highway on a bright summer afternoon, the sun was shining, and the air was warm. I had the windows rolled down, enjoying the breeze and the sound of the radio playing my favorite songs. I was feeling content and relaxed, but little did I know that my life was about to take a dramatic turn.wispo uganja