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Whiskers: The Mysterious Detective Of Cozy Lane
Once upon a time, in a quiet neighborhood filled with cozy houses and friendly neighbors, there lived a mischievous cat named Whiskers. Whiskers was no ordinary cat; he had a secret life as a crime-solving detective! While everyone in the neighborhood thought he was just a playful and curious feline, Whiskers spent his nights patrolling the streets, sniffing out clues, and solving mysteries.
Story Telling - KidsPublished 6 months ago in FictionGuardians
Dr. An and Liam returned to their small laboratory on the outskirts of Bosanska Krupa, the luminous meteorite samples carefully secured in a reinforced container. They couldn't wait to begin the analysis, the potential for groundbreaking discoveries and technological advancements nearly overwhelming.
Haris HadzicPublished 6 months ago in FictionWhat love?
~ WHAT LOVE? So many stars at night Some shines brighter, I must say How big the sun in the day It blinds, I can’t deny Still, it’s been this way for decades
"Unlocking the Secrets of Loveliness in Nature's Embrace"
In nature's arms, where beauty's treasures lie, There blooms a loveliness that catches the eye. The world adorned in colors bright and bold,
ARJ GamingytPublished 6 months ago in PoetsFAVORITE FOOD
Oh, the joy of culinary delight, A taste so fine, it takes flight. My favorite food, oh how I adore, A dish so rich, it leaves me poor.
Brenda AumaPublished 6 months ago in Poets- Runner-Up in the Neolomicro Challenge
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"I'm not going to move on this." The senator was adamant. Her aide sighed, knowing how stubborn she could be about these things. He loved working for her as she was a woman of principle, strong and resolute. But he couldn't help but think of her as a tree in a storm - only the ones who bend survive: the ones with the thickest trunks that are unable to respond to the bullying shove of the wind will not live to fight another day. They become splintered and shafted and rot down to a stump.
Rachel DeemingPublished 6 months ago in Fiction Night's Sound
The wild dog stretches its neck, biting into the night, Dropping the moonlight, leaves fall from the hillside. Who awaits whom at the end of the neighborhood street,
Unwavering Bonds: A Tribute to Motherhood and Marriage
I won't ask: who's the most important person, Your mother or your wife? Because you are wise, And I won't put you in a difficult position.