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People, a broad word that is used daily by everyone on planet earth. Every person is different. There are many different types, and a lot of them are overlooked. Some people are sweet and generous. They always smile and care for everyone around them, even if they don’t have much.
All we see is the surface. All anyone knows is the surface. What if

you had a conversation with the person that is always smiling? Would you still see them the same?
Maybe the words they are saying are still sweet and kind, but did you notice the small but quick wave of sadness go over them, when you asked how their life was so perfect and so happy? You see, they may seem so perfect on the surface, but deep down that ...

Dear Mom,
I’m stuck in a life that I don’t want. I’m stuck in a house with no way out. I’m suffocating. I have room and space, but I’m suffocating. I’m drained. I don’t sleep and I don’t move, but my mind and body are drained. Why? Why do I feel this way? I don’t know. You’ve always told me, I’m fed, I’m clothed, and I have a roof

over my head. Is that not enough? When you were a kid, you did anything for your mom. You got up at dawn and cleaned the house. You made sure the carpet had vacuum lines, and that there was never a single dirty dish in the sink. You never asked her for anything and you always made sure she was comfortable and happy. When you went to school, you walked. Even in...

NADIA


Nadia slides the fabric onto the presser foot of the sewing machine. She has such an incredible ability to sew that she can even talk to her coworkers as she does her work. She laughs, she jests and enjoys life as she checks out and then she takes the bus. When she gets home, she turns on the tv and goes to bed. She thinks about her family, sends

them money every week. Sometimes, when she leaves home she waves at her neighbors, her smile is so powerful that they can´t avoid it even if they sometimes would wish to do so. They feel compromised to have a small talk with her.

One day Nadia gets called by her boss. He gives her a yellow envelope. She opens it. There´s a layoff letter and a check. St...

NADIA


Nadia slides the fabric onto the presser foot of the sewing machine. She has such an incredible ability to sew that she can even talk to her coworkers as she does her work. She laughs, she jests and enjoys life as she checks out and then she takes the bus. When she gets home, she turns on the tv and goes to bed. She thinks about her family, sends

them money every week. Sometimes, when she leaves home she waves at her neighbors, her smile is so powerful that they can´t avoid it even if they sometimes would wish to do so. They feel compromised to have a small talk with her.

One day Nadia gets called by her boss. He gives her a yellow envelope. She opens it. There´s a layoff letter and a check. St...

It was cold. I woke up. I left my bed as a ghost and carried myself out to the kitchen. I was hungry. The words in the cupboard were stale, though, so I crept to my parents’ room. I could smell their dreams and thoughts. I ate the color from their minds quickly.
I went outside. I could still see the stars. They beckoned, yes, yes, come with us. So I did.

I danced up towards the sky and began to travel among them. Then, the sun burned. The sun burned so brightly that I could not help but toy with it. No, no, the stars cried. Not that way. I held the sun in my hands, the supernova of the century begging for me to incite it. Not yet.
By noon I was ravenous. I plucked the ears from corn and ate the eyes strai...

Crazy how fast the time has passed
Everything just happened so fast
so fast where you and I are now in different path;
And yet I, am still holding on the past

I knew from the very start that you and I are not meant to be;
Yet you insisted that we could be
I kept on holding back,
Did tried my best to not get involved in that word love
which I might

get hurt and for the history might repeat itself;
and so it did.

Everything in this world was against us
not even your ground nor mine
It was tough for us both to face that chapter
However, we kind of made it through somehow

I kept on pushing you away
Hurt you, and even made you cry
but perhaps you know how to choose the right words
to capture m...

“The soldiers are coming!”

“Why are they coming here?”

“How would I know? If you wanna know, go ask yourself.”

“If I go ask do you think that I will come back alive?”

“Oh, wait. I saw the palace issued the arrest warrant to capture Li Heijian. Maybe they come here to capture her?”

When someone hears the word Li Heijian she

suddenly runs away from standing without knowing why the soldiers come to such a place.

Aiya! this little stupid girl. How could you forget such a thing? It’s okay if the others forget this thing. But you shouldn’t forget it, stupid Heijian.

While she hides at a nook she vituperates at herself. Once upon, she was a named officer. Then what about no...

The teacher was once again lecturing us, what for? I have no idea, but then again, I don't care either. I just continued to listen to my music. The bell finally rang, but before I could leave, the teacher asks for me and some pigtailed freshie to stay after class. After a few minutes, the room was empty. " I asked you two to stay because you were the only

ones to pass Monday's quiz." Shocker, I pass every quiz and test. "Okay so, I always pass" "Well, you see the quiz was on things that I haven't taught yet" "Is that all," I say, heading towards the door. "No actually, It's not" I stop and turn to face him. "I'm not sure if you two know but the school's academic team needs one more person to compete..." "Let me...

You are making me feel guilty for everything that I do, making me feel small, like my feelings don't matter, i am a 19 year old woman. i am mature enough to make my own decisions with thinking of the consequences. you make me feel like a child again, a sad one for that matter. you say that my feelings are dramatic or that i am overreacting but truth is, how

you feel about yourself is how you treat me. and you are afraid of revealing your true feelings to me so you make up excuses about my life to justify your actions and why you treat me the way you do. i don’t know what goes on inside your mind but i am sure that you have come to realize that verbally and physically abusing me is wrong. no human deserves to ...

Kailani was on her way home from school and she was upset so she was hurrying on her way cause she wanted to talk to her mom. But she had then gotten a call. She had received some devastating news. Her parents had died on their way home from their lunch date. She had fallen on the concrete sidewalks crying and screaming. The people living in the houses from

across the street came rushing towards Kailani and had asked her what's wrong repeatedly. She never answered. One of the women standing next to her had heard something from Kailani's phone and the woman had picked the phone up and put it to her ear and said "hello?" and then and there she heard the news dealing with Kailani's parents. She hung up and had rem...

" I can do anything to prove my love for you"

" Well, by anything.. you can do anything??"

"Yes Yes Yes... anything, you just have to command me and it will be done in a snap"

"Well.. then" he said looking around the busy road and in a matter of second, the dumbfounded expression was replaced by a deadly smirk which held a ruthless

intention

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In this story you all are goin' to witness the craziest, greatest and the most tragic love story of this Z Generation...

Well, at least I think it that way..

Warning!!
Y'all have to give your mind a little workout, so, it doesn't stops functioning because of the twists..

And yes don't forget your tissues as said already..... Tragic Content

Ahead

I have done my work

I have warned you already, now the rest is your choice...

We are in the midst of a sudden “bifurcation” in the evolutionary trajectory of a complex dynamic system. Bifurcation creates crisis, and crisis, as we know, is both danger and opportunity. Either way, it is a prelude to change. The challenge is to choose the change that leads to a sane and flourishing world. This is a real but non-recurring opportunity.

Failing to seize it means returning to where we have been: facing the prospect of our collective demise. Because for the past several decades we have been exposed to a plethora of crises, and these are likely to be as global as the pandemic, but not necessarily as temporary. They include conditions as bad or worse than a pandemic. For instance: millions dyi...

The letter read:
Beatrix,
I wrote you a letter, it seems ironic. Right? I mean, you broke up with me in a letter and now I’m writing how much I hated you in a letter. No wonder why we dated each other, we were the perfect match. That is besides point, by now, future me should have told you already that I forgive you but I wrote this when hated you. So

here it is, the words you have been given warning to, I HATED you. Past tense. I used to hate you, I gave in to anger and rage, it was a pit of anger inside of me that I wasn’t going to burn in. Now I have been reformed, spiritually. I started taking classes that helped me read myself like a book and others. In fact, I bet I have already read you when I to...

Chapter One – Not a Shower, A storm

Lucas and I had arrived at my hell on earth, my ex's baby shower. I think I would have killed the taxi driver if it wasn't for Lucas and the speed of modern day cars. I could have missed my slot for a congratulations and a quick game of guess your Daddy! And that wasn't an option. I wasn’t there for the brightly

coloured cake or the overpriced party bags, no. I was there to save someone later on from a broken heart and the heart breaking feeling of a child being ripped away from your arms.
I told Lucas my plans on the way here and now that he has pulled me aside, away from the party and away from my cheating, backstabbing, psychologically messed up ex, I don’t know ...

I was a kid when I met her—the hero of my life.

It might sound cheesy, but to me she was everything I ever wanted to be. Strong, beautiful, smart, and kind. I looked up at her from below where her feet stood, and the view was blinding. The star, the sun, or whatever the kid me would call her.

And during nights she sang me a lullaby; at mornings she

delivered me a sweet kiss on forehead; at noon she guarded me from meanies. Whenever I stared at the mirror, I could see her staring back at me with proudness in her eyes. The gleam of her shield said, "it's fine. Keep going."

I was never a brave kid. Lonely at times, sad all the times. This life might take a toll on me but then again, as long as she was...