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If I was stung by a bee
If I were stung by a bee, Would the writhing pain of the wound shatter the existential angst and set me free? The chastity of joy vowed to be in its eternal grace,
Hridya SharmaPublished 11 days ago in Writers- AI-Generated
27 Facts That Will Make You Question Your Existence
1. **The Observable Universe**: The observable universe is about 93 billion light-years in diameter. It's so vast that our minds can barely comprehend its scale.
To My Fellow Writers
To my Fellow Writers: Hey, I’m one of you. I also feel like I have a million hearts and a million feelings bubbling inside me that just won’t write itself down on paper. I know what it feels like to harvest storms in your soul that rack every cell of your body until you feel like you’re going to explode. I know what it feels like to walk down the street, every storefront reflection screeching at you to write, write, write, every pebble begging to be part of a story. I know what it feels like to live the rollercoaster life only writers have.
I Regret not Fulfilling My Mother’s Wish
My mother embraced death on 5th November 2021. May God rest her soul in peace and grant her the highest rank in Jannah.
Ainy AbrahamPublished 12 days ago in WritersThe official in the other helicopter gave insights concerning raisi's helicopter crash
Gholam Hossein Ismaili, the head of staff of the Iranian president, has focused on what occurred before the helicopter conveying Iranian President Ibrahim Raisi crashed. Ismaili was in one more helicopter close to the one conveying Raisi and Abdullahian upon the arrival of the episode.
Anis Ahmed SiddequePublished 12 days ago in WritersAn Insight Into Prompt Engineering Basis for ChatGPT and Similar
The following checklist serves as the foundational basis for understanding ChatGPT prompt engineering requirements.
EstalontechPublished 13 days ago in WritersThe Magic of Nature
She dreamed of a magic they call fantastical. A glow of something cast off in a world of glittering unicorns and wings sending small sparkles into the air that emanate gold and beauty of breeze.
WHAT HAPPENS TO US WHEN WE DIE
WHAT HAPPENS WHEN WE DIE Introduction: Have you ever wondered what happens after we take our last breath? The age-old question of what happens when we die has intrigued humanity for centuries, with various philosophies, religions, and scientific theories attempting to provide an answer. In this article, we will explore some of the different perspectives on what may
SHIVANI KANMANIRAJAPublished 14 days ago in Writersraisins death has caused mourning around the world
The death of Iran's president and foreign minister has cast a shadow of mourning across Iran. Iran's Supreme Leader Ayatollah Ali Khamenei has assured the people not to worry. Middle East countries have expressed solidarity with Iran. India, Russia, Venezuela, and other countries expressed grief.
Anis Ahmed SiddequePublished 14 days ago in WritersThe world is safer now than ever: US senator
US Republican Senator Rick Scott posted on social media X about the helicopter crash of Iranian President Ebrahim Raisi.
Anis Ahmed SiddequePublished 14 days ago in WritersThe Aesthetic Epidemic: Understanding the Roots of Lookism
We care about more than just ourselves - we care about our loved ones, our communities, and the world around us. We are affected by tragic events, especially when a child is murdered, regardless of where it happens. It deeply impacts us and makes us feel disheartened. Moral evils raise doubts about the goodness of the world and the value of existence, especially for those who believe in a benevolent deity. However, anyone can contemplate the purpose and value of the universe in light of such evils. We may not need to worry about the value of the Universe and instead focus on finding value in our own lives or the lives of our loved ones. The concept of value is subjective and can be created by us.
Hridya SharmaPublished 15 days ago in WritersIn The Cracks of Light
It is the sun speckling my forearm with radiant kisses as my hand guides through the ebs and flows of the wind, my hair leaving wisping traces across my cheeks as I head through nothingness disguised with cornfields and patches of woods that have turned green for a season. In those moments where melodic soliloquies transport me into another realm of poetic fantasy, that is where I can be truly beyond what my body so viciously remembers.
Lorelai FayePublished 15 days ago in Writers