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The Rookie: Blair London's Not-So-Surprising Heel Turn
Last night was a perfect sports night for me; those are rare, but it happened. First off, the New York Yankees obliterated the Houston Astros on national TV. Then, later in the evening, the Colorado Avalanche won Game One of the Central Division Final over the Dallas Stars in comeback fashion, trailing 3-0 and winning 4-3 in overtime! So I was already in happiness overload, but I figured there would be more to come even after all of that.
Clyde E. DawkinsPublished about 3 hours ago in GeeksThe fox and the lion King
Title The Fox and the Lion King In the heart of the African champaign, where the golden meadows swayed in the gentle breath and the sun painted the horizon in tinges of orange and gold, there lived a cunning fox named Felix and a majestic captain named Leo. Felix was known far and wide for his wit and cleverness, while Leo reigned supreme as the proud and noble king of the jungle. Despite their differences in size and elevation, Felix and Leo participated a deep respect for one another, forged through times of collective admiration and fellowship.
vinoth kumarPublished about 3 hours ago in FictionWe Must Share Our Stories
I used to believe that they would be safe as long as I kept my stories safe in my head. Safe from the world's eyes, from judgment, and from slipping through my fingers and being quickly forgotten. But it was different; stories are not treasures you unearth and hide underground, hoping no one will find and steal them. They are akin to birds – if you don't let them out, they will die, their song erased. When I was younger, I clung to my stories like honeybees locked in jars, their humming perpetual and their light flickering. I would use them to pass the time, to keep myself warm in winter's chill, but I'd never set them free. And in time, I would take them for granted. And they would slip through my fingers. Little by little, the stories would escape, and their colors would dim. The world became dull, the seasons unchanging, and the adventure was less thrilling. Eventually, the stories turned into distant memories. I realized that stories, like the sun, need to shine in the lives of others for them to be as brilliant as they could be. Collect and keep them to yourself; their warmth will eventually run out. This was my mistake and my lesson.
Owen BelenPublished about 3 hours ago in PoetsExploring the Boundless Horizons of Science Fiction: Beyond Imagination into Reality
Introduction: The Allure of Science Fiction In the vast landscape of literature and entertainment, few genres hold the power to captivate and inspire like science fiction. Defined by its imaginative exploration of speculative concepts grounded in science and technology, science fiction transcends the boundaries of reality, inviting audiences to embark on thrilling journeys through time, space, and the human psyche.
khursheed fatimaPublished about 4 hours ago in FictionDid You Exist Before You Were Born?
Contemplating the vastness of existence often leads us to ponder the enigmatic question: did we exist before our birth? This query, shrouded in existential intrigue, transcends mere philosophical musings, delving into the very essence of our being. As sentient beings traversing the labyrinth of life, we grapple with the inevitability of our mortality, confronting the stark reality that one day, we shall all succumb to the inexorable embrace of death.
Saket KumarPublished about 4 hours ago in FictionNorth sentinel Island
Title The Enigma of North Sentinel Island North Sentinel Island, a bitsy jewel in the Andaman Sea, shrouded in mystery and conspiracy, stands as a testament to the rigidity of sequestration in an increasingly connected world.
vinoth kumarPublished about 4 hours ago in FictionThe Last Word
I must correct a lie you’ve heard The rumors are untrue It’s said I love the final word When arguing with you When know-it-all’s refuse to cease
Earl W. PearlPublished about 4 hours ago in PoetsWhere’s the Wood
Where’s the wood, I tell you? Are we running out of trees? Are you too lazy to cut some free? Did you misplace your favourite ax?
Patrick M. OhanaPublished about 4 hours ago in Poets