Prologue
Misty Waters
Frieder was standing at the table, taking the lunch as usual. He was rather quiet while his colleagues were rambling nonstop about their everyday problems, their children, their future plans and many more subjects that he found totally uninteresting. He was often picked on for his lack of communication, the others were always trying to tell him: "You're young! You should be talking a lot more, you should be more positive, you should stop spending so much time in your own head!". Frieder wasn't always like this, he was a quite happy and funny guy, never stopped talking and making jokes, sometimes people associated him with a clown, but he didn't care as long as he made others laugh.
By Equivox Storiesabout a year ago in Chapters
The Unfathomable Dance of Existence
How unfathomable is the beauty of existence! Every roadblock, every rejection, every end and every not so plausible moment is the beginning of something new, some beautiful reality that can turn every bitter ounce of mortality into an insightful lesson learned,
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Chapters
My learnings as a market researcher
Learning is the only way to move forward, the err to your growth is the belief that you know everything. The beauty of existence lies in challenging your limits, pushing yourself out of your comfort zone and performing the tasks that scare you and motivate you to become a better version of yourself. Life has its unique ways of compelling you to embrace the unknown and forging you to uplevel your game.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Chapters
This Isn't Spring Break Anymore
Zoie awakens from her feverish dream, pouncing up in her parents bed, the sheets ruffle from her sudden motion. She darts around the room; her heart pounding, her breath exaggerated, her body sweating, and her head spinning as she reels in the information.
By Noah Lichtenbergabout a year ago in Chapters
Everwar
Praythee, hark. You have come for a tale, and we have quaffed a peltful of ale. . . (That rhymes, what joy!) and the lot falls to Us to tell the tale of Palandrus. Of the desperate battle. Of the loss of our planetary system. We must talk of our people. We must remember. For the lost.
By Conor Darrall2 years ago in Chapters
