Adventure
Small Gestures Shape Our World
We often hear about grand gestures, sweeping pronouncements, and life-altering decisions. These are the moments we mark on calendars, the milestones we celebrate with fanfare. But what about the quiet moments, the seemingly insignificant actions that ripple outwards, shaping our lives in ways we never anticipate?
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Chapters
Quite Trying Harder
Quite Trying Harder : The Paradox of Effort and EaseIn a world that has an obsession with productivity and achievement, the mantra "try harder" seems to be the battle cry for success. From motivational speeches to self-help books, the message is: the more relentless the effort, the greater the triumph. On the other hand, there's a growing recognition of the counterproductive nature of perfectionism—that less is often more. The phrase "quite trying harder" encapsulates an alternative approach—one that advocates for balance, mindfulness, and the understanding that sometimes, less effort yields greater results.The Overemphasis on Hard WorkHard work has been extolled as a virtue for a long time.
By Maxamed Sharifabout a year ago in Chapters
GHOST (chapter 3)
Of course, Harper beat Oliver and Garry to school. but she doesn't really care, she just wants to show the new student around. so, she looks for someone she has never seen before. Harper looks everywhere, but there's no sign of the new student. until... nothing. so she gives up and goes to find Garry and Oliver, who are probably in the music room. so she checks in there and finds someone who isn't a Garry or an Oliver. a Sam. a very beautiful Sam. with light brown hair, braided. and absoluty beautiful skin. light brown with vitiligo (look it up). Sam. failing at playing the drums. how adorable. "uh, excuse me? Are you the new student?" Harper asks Sam, and Sam freezes, embarrassed that someone heard her awful drumming.
By Tenzin Roseabout a year ago in Chapters
Christmas for Kids
Santa Claus and Christmas History Santa Claus, also known as Saint Nicholas or Father Christmas, is one of the most loved figures of Christmas. The legend of Santa originates from the real Saint Nicholas, a 4th-century Greek bishop who was renowned for his generosity, especially to children and the poor. Through time, his story transformed into the modern Santa we know today—wearing red, with a long white beard, and delivering gifts to children on Christmas Eve.
By Usman Zafarabout a year ago in Chapters
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By Denvermazeabout a year ago in Chapters
Lost But Not Forgotten
On my final move as a beacon attendant, I climbed the seventy-six winding press stairs and two stepping stools to the observe room, the number of steps the same as my age. The thwomp and catch of each step laid an foreboding foundation score. Something wasn’t right. At that exceptionally minute, Richie Tedesco was indicating a fire quencher at the burning electrical board in the motor room of his watercraft a few miles offshore.
By Shams Saysabout a year ago in Chapters
Moonwalkers
No one at NASA gave a goddamn approximately the climate in Shirt. This reality, as genuine and as straightforward as it was, had not ceased my Close relative Rosie from pacing around the parlor all morning and squeezing her confront to the front window in look of electrical storms. My mother had shouted at her for spreading rouge on the glass, and she, of course, had shouted right back. And before long, everyone was shouting.
By Shams Saysabout a year ago in Chapters
Dual Blades
In the late hours of a hot summer day, two foe warriors lay on a bloodied war zone. Each has mortally injured the other, and has misplaced their quality to arrive the lethal blow. Depleted, sweating, and rapidly losing blood, they sit up against inverse trees and confront each other.
By Shams Saysabout a year ago in Chapters
Heaven’s Light: An Angel’s Story
Fundamental Lobby at Blessed messenger Foundation was stirring with thousands of youthful wings as understudies held up for the visitor speaker who would bring the Christmastide Address. It was continuously a well-known Institute alum.
By Shams Saysabout a year ago in Chapters
