“It's so peaceful here! It's as if the world has forgotten about us!” “And we owe it a debt of gratitude for that!” Nate nodded toward the darkening edge of the sky. “Looks like someone nevertheless remembers us after all... Look at what's coming from the horizon.” She followed his gaze and frowned slightly. ”Those are not just regular but storm clouds, right?” “You're not mistaken: that is them!.. Very soon, and perhaps even sooner than we expect, a serious storm will break out somewhere nearby.”

The Birth of The Timekeeper is the beginning of a story of the primordial elements of creation, one of many but this perspective is captivating.

You don’t understand,” Daniel rasped, pulling away, but not letting go. “I do,” Noah said, voice steady. His hand cupped Daniel’s cheek, gentle, certain. “You’re scared. But I’m still here.” Daniel’s breath hitched. He wanted to deny it—to push Noah away like always. But Noah’s touch was an anchor, and Daniel was tired of drowning. For once, he didn’t run.

Hawthorn is faced with a difficult decision, continue the life she’s lived or welcome a new one with hopes of a brighter future.

While they waited at the counter, she took a crumpled piece of paper out of her pocket, smoothed it out, and folded it neatly in half. It looked to him like a list. However, the woman clearly wasn't trying to make it easy for him to guess what she was doing, so it wasn't difficult to guess wrong. He watched her hands spellbound, like someone watching a magician working exclusively in close-up. Folding the sheet in half, Silvana paused before returning the sheet of paper to her pocket. It was as if she didn't want to part with it. “What is it?“ Daniel asked. “Nothing you need to worry about.” He didn't like to pry where he wasn't wanted, although curiosity stirred in his chest.

“You think too highly of us! We won't make it to harvest time!” she said, laughing and nodding toward the fragile green shoots. Jacob looked up, squinting in the late sun. His face was damp with sweat, but he was smiling anyway - a crooked smile that made her heart beat faster. “I think so!” - he laughed in exchange. “And what about them?” She pointed to the tiny green pea vines. Judging by their appearance, they would clearly be difficult to use as examples of resilience.

When Kathrine finds that she actually can feel love in her heart, she wants more. And for once, she gets what she wants.

Their strange story was woven from unspoken words, stolen glances, and silently rejected hints. Considering their somewhat formal relationship, it was difficult to call them lovers, but sometimes, late at night, when the world outside seemed increasingly blinded and deafened by the rain, the two could be seen together. In the tiny workshop, filled with the mesmerizing ticking of clocks, they became different people. Perhaps themselves? Continuing to look up at him, she asked: “Have you ever wondered why I always come back to you?” Darren hesitated, looking at his reflection in the time-worn polish on the brass surface of the clock. It hung in front of him on the wall. “Maybe you, like a clock, need to be repaired from time to time?” he asked quietly. ”And you understand, of course, that no one can do that job better than me...”

Today is about aids activists Let's look to the past To help tell the future Nothing is off the table. Its history Whether you like it or not

There were so many questions I wanted to ask her. Who are you? Why are we here? What is your name? Why don't you remember your past? How did we get here? But I remained silent. There was no point, she couldn't hear me.

I can't stand seeing her with him. I love her. Maybe that's the reason Anna killed me. Because she loved me. That day… It's something I can never forget.

In the sultry heat of 1930s New Orleans, a forbidden love blossoms between Zora, a Black seamstress with a soulful voice, and Thomas, a white trumpet player from a privileged background. Their secret romance ignites in the smoky jazz clubs of the Black circuit. But when their affair is exposed, a brutal attack forces Zora to flee to pursue her singing dreams. Heartbroken, Thomas eventually leaves too, his path diverging. Will the currents of fate ever bring these star-crossed lovers back together?

This is for you. You know who. Who will be. Be so true. True is; Love. Love that I have. Have to give; Give you everything, Everything Because. Because I Can.

Here we shall meet the Knight of the Earth, Kedar. He was found by Sister Saphire upon the steps of a church.

How Count Dracula is written in the book versus his inaccurate portrayal in popular culture. Since many have not read the book they assume his pop culture portrayal is accurate.

Hey hey, this where the first paragraph I wrote over 3 years ago! I started working on Pieces of Love as a concept. It's a bit rough and ends abruptly but it was where it all started.

Hawthorn, a vibrant yet standoffish young woman has met life every way she could. Having traveled across the country more times than she can count, there’s nothing that brings Hawthorn down or stands in her way. Whether she’s facing rabid wolves, unhinged thieves, Elves anxious to mate, or an Orc preparing for battle, Hawthorn has seen it all and survived it too. Now it’s time for her to take on another challenge, and she’s up for the battle. Kahwen is strong, and level headed but stubborn as a bull. A high warrior of her horde, Kahwen is familiar with both battle and pain, but the heady female Orc is hardly familiar with failure, after all, failure wasn’t an option, no matter the challenge.

HEARTS ON CAMERA: The story of how 2 boys fell in love after an experiment gone right. Felix, the mastermind behind the whole experiment comes up with it all leaving his best friend Blake to be the poor lab rat, but this time isn't like before, this experiment is different, like it's explained by Felix, this is "The proximity breeds fondness theory" A theory they use to determine if being in a relationship alone can lead to genuine feelings of attraction.

Agent Teodoro Abhay is the greatest spy in his country of Knosk. Van Jara is the most dangerous criminal in Knosk. The two are sent on a mission to take a doctor doing some 'questionable' medical practises. How will this end?

Every Tuesday, Mama Tess visits a Nairobi market to buy exactly ten pineapples, stirring curiosity among locals. Wrapped in bright kitenge and silence, she carries out her ritual with quiet precision. Otis, a nosy teen, suspects something strange and follows her, uncovering oddities. Unknown to others, Mama Tess plants the pineapples in her hidden garden, each fruit a tribute to her late daughter, Nalia. As the pineapples decay, ethereal white flowers bloom in their place—delicate and glowing. The ritual is her way of grieving, remembering, and possibly reaching for something beyond time, wrapped in quiet mystery and soft magic.