Throne of the Fallen - Kerri Maniscalco REVIEW READ AT YOUR OWN LEISURE.... MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS!!!!

City of Gods & Monsters by Kayla Edwards Review !!!!!!!!CONTAINS SPOILERS!!!!!!!! READ FURTHER AT YOUR OWN LEISURE...

evolution since the 90's. The theory of everything, My life and the way it has shaped up. My theories include so many unanswered questions.

Another day, another journal entry. This one is rather straight-forward in its premise- I spend every day, often several times in a day, crying and I can’t seem to turn it off.

Put Aside The Politics, Stick Only To Facts, and Realization of Our Judicial System May Rear It's Ugly Head In A Poetic Style.

My Brain Caught A Wave. It's Riding The Thoughts of The Houses on The Corner Lots. Are They The Same As The Other Homes, or Are They In A World of Their Own? Originally Written on July 1, 2024.

Toddlerhood is hard. Especially when said toddler learns something new. Being a young mom adds to that.

The rain poured relentlessly over the sleepy town of Northbridge, turning its asphalt streets into glistening rivers. Inside the modest bungalow at the edge of the city, Megan stirred the pot of chicken soup while her husband, Evan, fiddled with his latest obsession, a metal detector he had ordered online. "Evan, I swear, if you're planning on digging up the backyard again." Megan began but was interrupted by the ping of the detector.

The Start, where my life begins is an interesting one. Life as the chubby farm girl can be a lot to take in.

I began to write this years ago I didn't update any spelling or grammar to get the originally of it, I added on every now and again, I just finished it off. I wanted to make a book of my lifetime but I don't think anything interesting will come by for me to write.

Sometimes I think it's strange how the heart can hold onto something even when the mind knows it's pointless. I never asked for these feelings this aching affection that quietly grew each passing day when I saw you. People say love can be a gift but sometimes it feels like a burden to actually love someone or like that person. It's like a silent ache that refuses to fade. I watch from afar wishing I could rewrite the chapters of my life of my own heart, wishing I could change how I feel or that somehow they'd see me the way I see them. But love isn't always fair. Sometimes it's just about holding on to something that wasn't meant to be ours and just hoping that someday somehow the ache will reduce or that I'll find the strength to let go

Jake had always been considered the golden boy of his high school. With chiseled features, piercing blue eyes, and a winning smile, he was the epitome of a perfect teenage heartthrob. But beneath his charming exterior lay a dark obsession that would soon consume him entirely.

The sun was shining brightly as Riley walked through the crowded halls of Oakwood High School. He was a good-looking guy with charming green eyes and a winning smile that made all the girls swoon. But there was one girl who had captured his heart - Emily.

there is little excuse for feeling uninspired for more than 3 days in a row. yes, maybe you stayed at home for a few days and didn't feel anything new or fresh, but what if I told you it's possible to be inspired by anything? cliché? maybe, yea. but true? without a doubt! there is beauty in the mundane, so much. (can you see it?)

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Given the title of the stream, I thought I would start with defining ethnohistory. This is an unpublished reflection essay that I wrote in 2011 for a graduate seminar at the University of Kentucky. The essay asks simply what is ethnohistory?

Once, words had flowed from him like a river. His crime novels, intricate and atmospheric, had garnered critical acclaim and a loyal readership. He was Elias Thorne, the master of suspense, the architect of psychological thrillers. Now, he was just Elias Thorne, the guy who couldn't write a single sentence.

“The darkness is not absence—it is incubation. The seed does not fear the soil, for it remembers the bloom.” Today, the Moon is reborn. And with it, so are you.

A faint, yet persistent, anomaly flickered across his screens – a series of rapid X-ray flares emanating from a seemingly empty patch of sky in a distant galaxy. "Curious," Aris murmured, his fingers dancing across the holographic interface. Black holes, by their very nature, are invisible, trapping all light within their event horizons. Yet, their presence is often betrayed by the super-heated matter that spirals into them, forming luminous accretion disks that glow fiercely in X-rays and radio waves.

“Some days are not made for answers—they are made for stillness, for noticing the soul in its quiet blooming.”