Life

Between the tides and time. Content Warning.
Between the tide and time Hi! My name is Lucy, and this is my story. I live in California with my mother and my younger sister, Lara. When I was five, our father abandoned us. Overnight, our lives changed. Mom had to work tirelessly, and I became Lara’s constant companion and caretaker. We were inseparable. Together, we baked cookies, dressed up in silly costumes, and sometimes I’d take her to the park to run and laugh while I watched.
By Zikra12 months ago in Writers
Uncertainty
The crack of dawn arrives; the sun beams through the curtain gap, with the wish that the light brings unceasing hope so my heart sees pass the shadow that clouds it. Yet time moves softly, swiftly, silently slipping through my grasp...seeking to find:
By Pau in Motion12 months ago in Writers
Thank you everyone who spared a moment to wish Jamaica well with me during the storm.. Top Story - October 2025.
A lighthouse stands firm as the storm parts, golden light breaks through, and hands clasp in solidarity. Gratitude After the Tempest
By Novel Allen12 months ago in Writers
The False Promise of AI Medicine. AI-Generated.
A few years ago, the idea that artificial intelligence would transform healthcare was everywhere. The tech world promised faster diagnoses, fewer errors, and cheaper treatments. AI, they said, would finally drag medicine into the future. What we got instead is a high-cost illusion that occasionally imagines diseases and constantly drains budgets.
By Connor Paul Bawcutt12 months ago in Writers
Part 5: The Storm and the Test — When Faith Is Challenged
For days, Shafipur had been wrapped in strange weather. The sky stayed heavy, gray with the promise of rain that never quite fell. The air felt restless, as if the city itself was waiting for something to happen.
By Shazzed Hossain Shajal12 months ago in Writers
Part 4: Evening of Reflection — Where Hearts Meet Again
Evening draped itself gently over Shafipur, coloring the narrow streets with gold and shadow. The city’s noise softened — the call of vendors fading, the smell of fried snacks floating from distant stalls, and the faint murmur of Maghrib Adhan weaving through the air like a sacred thread.
By Shazzed Hossain Shajal12 months ago in Writers
Part 3: Ayan’s School Day — Lessons Beyond the Classroom
The sun hung softly above Shafipur High School, its light glinting off rows of tin roofs and the laughter of children echoing through the courtyard. Ayan, his satchel pressed neatly against his side, walked through the school gate with the calm confidence that only good upbringing could give.
By Shazzed Hossain Shajal12 months ago in Writers
A full day a week lives inside social media
Last night I opened a feed without thinking. Ten clips later, I checked the time. New data says we spend about a full waking day each week on social apps. That hit me.
By Alex David Du12 months ago in Writers
Part 1: The Morning in the Small City
The sun had only just risen above the quiet rooftops of Shafipur, a small city that still smelled of damp earth and morning prayers. The call of Fajr had faded softly into the breeze, but its peace lingered — like a gentle reminder that every new day was a gift from Allah.
By Shazzed Hossain Shajal12 months ago in Writers
Why Good Equipment Is Not an Expense but an Investment in Efficiency
In the competitive world of manufacturing and industrial operations, every decision affects the bottom line. From production schedules to maintenance cycles, efficiency is the silent engine that drives profitability. One of the most overlooked contributors to that efficiency is the quality of the equipment itself. While some businesses view premium tools and machinery as costly overhead, smart operators understand that reliable industrial equipment is an investment that pays dividends over time.
By sammmy12 months ago in Writers
Pages We Never Wrote
The afternoon sun slanted through Alice’s curtains, painting her small apartment gold. The place smelled faintly of coffee and old paper — her kind of comfort. She was cleaning out a drawer when she found it: a worn brown notebook with a broken spine and a small doodle of a heart on the back page.
By TheScriptedMind12 months ago in Writers
The First 10 Hours
I did it! I have officially completed the first 10 hours of my 100-hour challenge. And boy was it a rollercoaster of emotions!
By Sarah O'Grady12 months ago in Writers