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The Echoes of Unbending will
The air in the mountain town of Naro Moru, at the foot of Mount Kenya, always carried the scent of pine and damp earth, a promise of the wild untamed beauty above. But for Elias, it carried the intoxicating aroma of his own certainty. He had climbed smaller peaks, navigated treacherous forests, and faced down swirling blizzards. Each triumph had chiseled away a silver of doubt, replacing it with an unshakeable conviction in his own abilities. He was, in his own mind, a titan of the high places, and mount Kenya, with its twin peaks reaching for the heavens, was merely the next challenge awaiting his conquest.
By Tallgirl7 months ago in Chapters
🌌 Music for Spaces That Don’t Exist: Soundtracking Imaginary Worlds . AI-Generated.
There’s music for parties. Music for breakups. Music for long drives, chill Sundays, heartbreak recoveries. But what about music for worlds that aren’t real?
By The Yume Collective7 months ago in Chapters
LIFE WITH ME. Content Warning.
Life With You - Part 2 The sun dipped low on the horizon, painting the sky in hues of amber and lavender. The world seemed to hold its breath as if it, too, was captivated by the quiet magic that had unfolded between Amani and Elara. Their lives had intertwined in ways neither could have anticipated, and yet, the journey was far from over.
By The Reader's 7 months ago in Chapters
The Casket on Canal Street
The Casket on Canal Street – Part 2: A Widow’s Story A Mimi Delboise Mystery A grieving widow brings Mimi a case of fraud—but as the scope of the deception grows, Mimi must decide how far she’ll go to uncover the truth.
By Gio Marron7 months ago in Chapters
The Secret Drawer
Growing up, there was one rule in our house I never dared to break: Don’t touch the drawer in Dad’s study. It was an ordinary drawer in an old wooden desk — scratched, dusty, the handle barely hanging on. But to me, it might as well have been a vault. Dad’s tone made it clear — that drawer was off-limits.
By Straylight8 months ago in Chapters
Chapter 04 | Starbuilders
"What you do?" Nothaar probed with concern. "Ifu and Syraaq do something bad? How fix?" Instead of answering him, Syraaq changed the subject - as she seemed quite apt at doing - by querying, "You've said a term a few times now, and I'm wondering what it is. This 'Sky Shift' that you've mentioned, could you explain to me exactly what that means?"
By J.P. Prag8 months ago in Chapters
ADVANTAGE. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Get ghosted and plumped is what can be defined as what she is going through,she wasn't able to tell her brother she brought someone into the house,he was also not going to leave his missing things behind and she was also not going to risk telling her brother what went on whiles her brother was away,well lets talk about what happened when Elvis got home and decided to play dump to his sister, she wasn't ready for his drama ,3 weeks later and she started to feel some changes and guess what both sisters are pregnant.
By The Reader's 8 months ago in Chapters
Smoke, Steel & Sisterhood” . Content Warning.
The city breathed smoke and rain as Dakota eased the blue 2018 Charger out of the shadows near Union Station. The engine growled low, a beast beneath her fingers, the custom deck bumping through the speakers like a heartbeat. It wasn’t just any ride this was hers, the one she trusted to carry her through whatever hell came next.
By Dakota Denise 8 months ago in Chapters
My cruel love
My Cruel Love I'm buying you—for an entire month. Starting today, for the next thirty days, you'll be mine. Only mine. Your only job will be to please me. You won't even look at another man.
By Story writes8 months ago in Chapters
Chapter 03 | Starbuilders
Standing before Nothaar were two people - if that word could be applied to them - that did not look like any other person Nothaar had ever seen before. Examining the duo as well as he could by the light of the campfire, Nothaar saw that they shared a skin tone coloration similar to the children, but it was somehow more pronounced and vibrant. If anything, the youngsters looked like they were a dull mixture of the complexion of people born before the Sky Shift with what Ifu and Syraaq had wrapped over their frames. As observed by Nothaar, the stark differences Ifu and Syraaq possessed did not end with just their pigmentation.
By J.P. Prag8 months ago in Chapters
Every Day Is Theirs: A Heart’s Tribute to Our Parents Beyond One Day
✍️ By: Umair Ali Shah Yousafzai --- 🌸 Introduction: The Problem with “One Day” In an age where love has been reduced to emojis and celebrations are confined to trending hashtags, it’s become common to see people dedicate just one day a year to their parents — usually in the form of a well-edited photo, a generic social media caption, or a short video clip. "Happy Parents’ Day!" they declare, and with that, consider their duty fulfilled. But can one day capture the essence of lifelong sacrifice? Can a Facebook status outweigh a mother’s sleepless nights? Can an Instagram reel compensate for a father’s decades of toil? The answer — spoken by the heart — is a resounding no. Parents are not a seasonal celebration. They are the soul of our lives. They do not deserve a day; they deserve our every day, our every breath, our every success, our every prayer. --- 🕊️ A Love Beyond Comprehension Parental love is not poetic — it is prophetic. The mother’s womb becomes a sanctuary before we even open our eyes. Her body breaks to give us life. Her nights shatter so our dreams can form. Her meals go cold so ours stay warm. She becomes our shadow, our comfort, our shield. And the father? He becomes the silent mountain who absorbs the storm before it reaches us. He ages behind the curtain so we can grow on stage. His shoes wear thin so ours stay new. His pockets empty so our dreams can fill. His hands become rough while ours remain soft. Such love cannot be compared. It cannot be counted, priced, or postponed. It is as eternal as the sky — silent but all-encompassing. --- 🏠 From Cradle to Grave: They Gave Us Everything The truth is simple and painful: the very people who gave us everything, we give them the least. They carried us when we were weak. They taught us to walk, to speak, to eat. They encouraged our smallest achievements and bore our greatest failures. They forgave our rebellion, our rudeness, our rejection. They kept loving even when we didn’t love back. And what did they ask for in return? Nothing — except a little time. A little respect. A little remembrance. And yet, many of us fail even in that. --- 📅 One Day is Not Enough — It’s Almost Insulting Designating one day for parents is, in many ways, an insult wrapped in sentimentality. It suggests that gratitude can be scheduled, that love can be timed, that sacrifice can be acknowledged only when it's convenient. Do parents love only once a year? Do they support us only on Sundays? Do they pray for us only during exam season? No. Their love is relentless, their loyalty unconditional, their prayers eternal. Then how dare we give them just a day? --- 🕯️ Real-Life Reflections: Forgotten Candles of Our Lives Visit an old age home and you will see forgotten candles flickering dimly, waiting for someone to relight their flames. Mothers who once carried their children now carry loneliness. Fathers who once stood tall now sit silently by windows, hoping someone might knock on the door. "I gave him everything," says one mother, staring into her fading memories. "And now he sends money, but not himself." What do we owe them? Not riches. Not luxury. We owe them presence. We owe them honor. We owe them time. And if we fail to pay that debt in life, we will spend the rest of our lives repaying it in guilt. --- 🌙 The Islamic Perspective: A Duty, Not a Favor In Islam, honoring one's parents is not optional. It is second only to worshipping Allah. The Qur’an places “being good to parents” immediately after “worship none but Allah” (Surah Al-Isra, 17:23). > “And lower to them the wing of humility out of mercy and say: ‘My Lord, have mercy upon them as they brought me up [when I was] small.’” — (Qur’an 17:24)
By Umair Ali Shah 8 months ago in Chapters
The Fire Between Us. Content Warning.
Chapter one: The Fire Between Us Kansas City had a way of hiding its most dangerous temptations in plain sight. Some people found theirs at church, some on quiet streets, some in the middle of their own homes. Mine found me in a pool hall under buzzing neon, cigarette smoke curling through the air, whiskey staining the floorboards, and a man leaning over a table like he was born to conquer it.
By Dakota Denise 8 months ago in Chapters