Okay, a day is a bit of a stretch — I had to do a few additional bug fixes the next day, but the main app was functional and running within one day. Not only that, I had a dashboard and some metrics. This isn’t a huge app, but it is very much a real, working thing — and represents probably at least a month or two of coding effort.

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I could feel the magnet pulling me toward him — the wanting, the gravity of it. I wanted to touch him, to hold him, even when I knew it wasn’t okay. I knew this could put me in danger. And still, it was worth it to know him. It was worth it to feel him. What I didn’t know then was that he would become the greatest love of my life.

Come in and see what I color! I will be posting videos of it as well. I’m new to this so bare with me!

We are not accidents of history—we are answers to prayers that survived generations. Our ancestors trusted God with a future they would never see, and through faith, endurance, and sacrifice, they made room for us to stand here today. Black history is holy ground, and our lives are living testimony that what was meant to break us only refined us. We are rising not by permission, but by divine purpose. Our time is now.

The story is a powerful reflection on the strength, resilience, and enduring hope of Black people despite generations of hardship and adversity. It honors ancestors who planted seeds of hope under oppression and celebrates the courage passed down through families, communities, and culture. The narrative emphasizes perseverance in the face of loss, refusal to surrender to despair, and the belief that hope is not only preserved but shared across generations. Ultimately, the story affirms that Black people never back down, never give up, and continue to rise by carrying hope forward.

This is a short story; an echo of a poem already shared, where the lines learned how to breathe, linger, and become something fuller.

Today, let us strip away the "textbook" idealism and focus on the raw facts of the matter regarding how science actually functions in the real world, which reveals a much more grounded and sometimes grittier reality. Here is the truth about the scientific establishment, written to focus on the human and systemic mechanics that drive it.

I was divorced in August 2022. He died in August 2025 a month before I was to be remarried. I do not know how he died, I found out on Facebook that he was gone. His sister will not answer any questions. And now his creditors are coming after me.

These things, like rain, take time to fall. No you may not run between them. There is space. We are talking to ourselves so why not answer ?

I loved deeply—and still had to walk away. This essay explores romance through the lens of faith, obedience, and the cost of choosing God when emotions say otherwise.

It’s about my mom who passed away named Geraldine . She recently died of a botched surgery from the doctors who tried to remove her gallbladder. The surgery was not successful and she ended up dieing a day after my birthday. It was very difficult for me since me and my mom were like best friends! I am too miss her very much and it was therapeutic for me to express myself completely! I wanted the reader too simple feel what I am experiencing? It’s also a beautiful writing for Mother’s Day especially if you have gone through losing a love one whom you love very much! I only hope that all whom read this are touched because it was heart felt in the deepest way that I can imagined.

Coming into January, I had a rollover balance of $8.08 on Medium. You need 10 bucks to actually get any money. In December, I started writing a lot more again. Mostly because I was sorting through some emotional stuff, and I really needed to figure out how to deal with it. So, I started sitting down at my keyboard and dropping new content.

This short story is about a girl who goes through a bad breakup with her boyfriend, but later reexamines her love life and finds new meaning about love through Rumi, the Persian Sufi Poet and the way of his Mysticism through his poems, filled with love and ecstasy. This short story is for those who enjoy Rumi and his poetry.

Taken from my short story collection It Ended By Beginning, this piece explores what it means to love someone so deeply that even time itself feels cruel for daring to take it away. An elderly couple, bound by fifty-eight years of love, laughter, and companionship. Must face the inevitability of goodbye as illness threatens to end their shared journey.

A poem written to hold a feeling gently, allowing it to unfold in its own time rather than asking it to be understood all at once.

This is a short story; an echo of a poem already shared, where the lines learned how to breathe, linger, and become something fuller.

When everything finally goes quiet, she realizes that silence can be louder than fear. Trapped between a past that refuses to let go and a choice that could change everything, one ordinary night becomes a test of courage, truth, and survival. As tension builds and secrets surface, she must decide whether to keep running from the pain-- or stand still long enough to face it. This short story is gripping, emotional journey through fear, resilience, and the moment a person discovers they are stronger than the life trying to break them.

I wrote this after months of looking for my missing cat. Eventually I had to except that in the cruel cold of Canada in the winter, she wasn't coming back.

Hannah Reed believed in God. She just wasn’t sure she believed He was listening anymore. When the prayer she was sure would change everything is met with silence, Hannah is forced to confront a faith she no longer recognizes. Still attending church, still singing the songs, still saying the words—she quietly wrestles with disappointment, grief, and the fear that hope might hurt more than doubt. The Prayer That Changed Nothing is a raw, faith-filled story for anyone who has prayed sincerely and wondered why heaven felt quiet afterward. This is not a story about losing faith—but about discovering God in the silence we never expected.