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Naypyidaw Royal City of the Sun
The capital of Myanmar is Naypyidaw and is administered as the Naypyidaw Union Territory, according to the Constitution. The capital city was built on scrub ground among rice paddies, villages, and small towns. Naypyidaw translates as “Royal City of the Sun”. Today it is a most modern city.
Rasma RaistersPublished about 2 hours ago in WanderChildren who disobey their parents.
Samuel was a smart and talented boy, but he often ignored his parents' advice. Although they always gave wise directions, Samuel tended to take them for granted and do what he wanted.
Cigarettes and Wildfires
The drugs slip away and yet the black stays. Dark shadows color my skin, Seeping through my skin and tainting my bones. There are black holes in my marrow.
Silver Serpent BooksPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsRain
Rain pelts your windows, smudging panes, making what's familiar look a masquerade. Singleminded droplets streak single file toward your soggy soil, but they'll find no answers here. Nothing's planted. What grows here was kin, and our time here has reached its end.
Christy MunsonPublished about 2 hours ago in FictionWiesbaden on the Rhine River
Wiesbaden is the spa-town capital of Hesse in Germany. It is a lovely and lively commercial center offering visitors historic attractions and green parks. The city lies on the eastern edge of the Rheingau wine-growing region.
Rasma RaistersPublished about 2 hours ago in WanderDon't Let Your Arrogance
We have all heard the story (and hopefully cracked the Bible open and actually read) about how Jesus fed the multitudes of people gathered to hear him speak with two fish and fives loaves of bread. (Matthew 14:13-21). I was recently discussing this with some non-believers who chose to use this as an example of how the Bible contradicts itself.
Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual WarriorPublished about 2 hours ago in HumansThe Terror Of The Dark
Lying in bed I could hear the quietest of whispers, but where are they coming from? I lay quietly in terror, tuning my ear to listen harder. There’ll be no sleeping tonight, not with the sounds I can hear stemming from under my bed.
Colleen MillsteedPublished about 2 hours ago in FictionHelp Me
I'm about to share something funny. I recently joined a club that provides comfort to people. After expressing my interest in joining the group to the leader of the club, I was asked a few interview questions so that they can determine my background and things like that. On my first day of joining the club, one of the core members of the club walked up to me, out of nowhere, and starts asking very personal questions. Questions like; do I want to get married now, my age, and some other personal questions of which I cannot remember.
Oyinade BajowaPublished about 2 hours ago in JournalWho Are The Teachers Of Hatred? Part IV
His words sent pain to her heart she couldn’t understand. She stared into his eyes and saw her pain, in his eyes. Sighing heavily forcing her pain back where it came from, she stood up, “I am sorry, but your crime is unspeakable and without conscience. I can’t allow hatred to win twice.”
Annelise LordsPublished about 2 hours ago in FictionThe Vanishing Act: A Thrilling Journey Through Loss, Love, and Lies: A Review
Lisa Jewell’s “Then She Was Gone” is a gripping thriller that weaves a tale of loss, secrets, and the haunting power of the past. The story revolves around the disappearance of fifteen-year-old Ellie Mack and the devastating impact it has on her family. As the narrative unfolds, Jewell skillfully delves into the minds of the characters, unraveling the layers of their complex emotions and motivations.
RAJEEV VERMAPublished about 2 hours ago in Poetsshut up
Mehreen, a fierce and rude woman, was the wife of Kaleem Aman Ji, who died 20 years ago after marrying her. She was the only child in their shortest family, and her father had no objection to their staying there. However, people of those times had big hearts and distant relations were maintained for life.
Kamran AlamPublished about 2 hours ago in HorrorThe Dandelion
The sun the moon and stars appear inside the dandelion The yellow fades, the moon grows near and the stars were made for flying
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about 2 hours ago in Poets