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Akatsuki Members as War Justifications
The beauty of anime is really in the details, to some it might just seem as cartoons but for the open minds, there is so much hidden in the details. Here is an interesting twist in the popular anime Naruto you might have missed, for those who might not know the Akatsuki were the main villain group the heroes were fighting against and throughout the series they had to take them down one after the other. The writer of this show didn’t just create a villain group made up of thugs out for violence, he put much more thought into their character than you might have realized.
By real Jema2 months ago in Fiction
Alice in Reality
“Good evening, this is Doctor Hightopp, how can I help you?” “Yes, hello Doctor. This is the chief of police, Bill Gryphon. I’m calling on behalf of one of your patients, a Ms. Alice Liddell.”
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
Alice in Reality
As Alice staggered to the back, she couldn’t help but feel everyone was glancing at her and whispering about her. She saw odd sideways glances and a low murmur of secret voices throughout the bus. She didn’t recognize anyone on the bus and had no idea what all the whispering could be about. Alice huddled herself into a small ball in the back of the bus and proceeded to look out the window and ignore her fellow passengers. She pulled out the cookie in her hand and wondered if it would even work in his land. Perhaps it was worth a try if it would keep everyone from looking at her so suspiciously. She popped the cookie in her mouth and chewed slowly. As she did the glances and whispers started to fade, as if she faded from view of all the other passengers.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
Alice in Reality
Alice sat comfortably in the crook of the cement troll’s arm, listening to the traffic zip by on the overpass overhead. Without looking into the bag, she reached down for another Cheeto before popping it in her mouth.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
Alice in Reality
The animated walls seemed to shift and blend as her cart raced down the invisible tracks. Her heart pumped in her chest, and she started to shake as sweat built up around her temples. Cards were flying all around, some still bloody and some with knives and weapons aimed at her. The mangled, warped cartoons danced and sang her off as the tracks ended and dropped her down into a dark pit.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
White Rabbit
She exhaled a small puff of smoke as she leaned back against the fading oak tree. She kept her eyes closed for a moment as she savored the feeling of the plant ash coursing through her body. Without sitting up from the tree she brought the small pipe up to her lips again to relit the plants inside.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
Christmas Tales ~ Silent Night, Deadly Night
Christmas is a time for joy, for love, for peace. Yet peace survives only when evil is held back. The rules have shifted; Christmas is no longer about naughty or nice. For this season, nice takes its rightful throne in a wicked world, until the spirits stir again.
By Mia Z. Edwards2 months ago in Fiction
When Fiction Feels Like Friendship: How Sophie Kinsella Writes the Messy Hearts We Hide
There are writers who entertain us for a few hours, and then there are writers who quietly slip into our lives and stay. Sophie Kinsella often feels like that second kind. Her stories are light on the surface, but they carry the small truths we rarely say out loud. The longing to be understood. The guilt of not having life figured out. The wish for someone to see the good in us even when we make a mess of everything. Many readers discover her during a difficult season and find a kind of soft comfort in her pages. This piece explores why her work speaks to so many people, and why her novels continue to feel like familiar friends even as life grows heavier and more complicated.
By Muqadas khan2 months ago in Fiction
Christmas Tales ~ Three Wise Men
Christmas Eve in North America On Christmas Eve, three wise friends, Karl, William, and James, gather on a Microsoft Teams video call, speaking about their best friend, Jack, a sociologist of religion. Tragedy has struck: Jack was hit by a speeding car while grabbing lunch, losing critical amounts of blood. His family has donated, but he still needs more. Without it, he won’t survive.
By Mia Z. Edwards2 months ago in Fiction
A Young Boy Selling Umbrellas in a Rainy Village. AI-Generated.
Rain had a way of transforming the small mountain village. The dusty paths turned dark and glossy, the smell of wet earth rose into the air, and the sound of raindrops on tin roofs became a soft rhythm that echoed through every narrow lane. For most villagers, the rainy season meant staying indoors, waiting for the clouds to tire themselves out. But for twelve-year-old Rafi, it was the most important time of the year.
By Bilal Mohammadi2 months ago in Fiction
Christmas Tales ~ The White House Christmas Thief
‘Tis the season of giving, and within the grand halls of the White House, the spirit of Christmas comes alive. Lavish decorations adorn the public rooms, showcasing mesmerizing Christmas themes. Unfortunately, the less fortunate souls shall never witness the splendor nor partake in the extravagant feasts that grace this festive occasion. However, there exists a White House Christmas Thief who harbors deep compassion for the destitute, and this tale unveils her most generous heist yet!
By Mia Z. Edwards2 months ago in Fiction
The Night the Stars Forgot Their Names. AI-Generated.
On the night the stars forgot their names, Rayan was the only person awake on the rooftop. He stood there with a mug of warm chai, expecting the usual comforting view—the stitched blanket of constellations he had admired since childhood. But tonight, the sky felt strangely empty.
By shakir hamid2 months ago in Fiction