The forest was dense, the sunlight filtering through the thick canopy of leaves in dappled patches. Elara trudged along the narrow path, her breath coming in quick, nervous gasps. The weight of her discovery was heavy on her shoulders. She was not just an ordinary young woman—she was the heir to a forgotten, magical kingdom. Her companion, a small, golden-furred creature with bright, intelligent eyes, scurried beside her.

That’s when I saw him—a man in his mid-thirties, shifty-eyed, and overly cautious about his carry-on. He was in seat 16C, and every few minutes, he glanced nervously towards the cockpit. The plane took off smoothly, and once we were at cruising altitude, the cabin lights dimmed. I pretended to read a book but kept my eyes on the man. It wasn’t long before he got up, casually making his way to the restroom.

I’ve always believed that love is like an orchestra. Every note, every instrument, every pause has to be in perfect harmony for it to work. But today, the symphony of love seemed out of tune, and I was about to crash a wedding to prove it. The ballroom of the Grand Pavilion was decorated in opulent shades of gold and cream, the kind of place where fairy tales are made. Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead, and every table was adorned with intricate floral arrangements. As I stood at the entrance, I could feel the nervous energy radiating off me.

The beginning of Leiah's story.

The island appeared like a dream, an ethereal paradise with unending grains of golden sand as if the whole island was made of gold itself. The shimmering blue waters sparkled in the sunlight, encircling the island and thundering into a pool like a gigantic waterspout. But beneath this beautiful facade lay secrets, waiting to be uncovered. Five teenagers, each with their own secrets and troubled pasts, found themselves washed ashore after a violent storm. There was Alex, the daring leader who always had a plan; Jenny, whose keen intuition often bordered on the supernatural; Mark, the tech genius who could hack into any system; Rachel, the empath with a mysterious connection to the island; and Ben, the quiet artist whose drawings often foreshadowed future events.

HE RESERVES THE BESTFOR THE LAST. “And Abraham gave all that he had unto Isaac. But unto the sons of the concubines, which Abraham had, Abraham gave gifts...” Genesis 25:5-6 KJV Abraham, our father of faith had two sons – Ishmael, and Isaac ( the son of promise). Like our earthly fathers have favourites among their children, so our heavenly Father. He has his own way of relating with everyone of us. The Psalmist realized this when he prayed; “Keep me as the apple of Your eye; Hide me under the shadow of Your wings” Psalms 17: 8. God is impartial, but it's your personal relationship with him that will determined the portion you will occupy in His heart. Cornelius, a centurion, had not accepted Christ at that time, but he was a just man who was given to prayers, and his family, and he gave alms generously. And God accepted his sacrifice and gave him the Grace of meeting with Peter. But before then, God gave Peter a vision which demonstrated that God shows no partiality to anyone

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Alaric almost relaxed when they pulled into the school parking lot. The slam of the door caught his attention. He watched Felix storm toward the large school building, before tensing. Why did his mother look like she was about to cry? "Mom?" She looked at him through the rear view mirror and he bristled. Although she hastily wiped her eyes, there was no disguising the liquid sheen. He grabbed his backpack and yanked open the door, nearly slamming it shut behind him. His boots pounded across the asphalt as he rushed after Felix. The slam of his backpack hitting the ground was followed by a loud thud as he lunged toward his brother. But before he could reach Felix, a pair of tanned palms hit his chest, holding him back.

A FRIEND FOR THE LONELY Men are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges;I built bridges; every Dick and Harry came in and made me crowdy;Yet, I found no Friend in them: My head became rowdy and almost knocked down; My heart pants and longs for a Friend, but got none.I needed someone who could hold my hands;When my own strength fails,Surrounded by so many of them, but none fits into my Heart.What a life! Then, I realized that two is a company, But, three is a crowd, so I said; That which I dreaded most overtook me ;Then, I became a wreck when I realized I had no Friend; All around me were mere spectators,Watching and waiting for what would become of me; What a Friend we have in Jesus! I taught my heart to look up to Jesus;Then, I found sweetest relief.We are often troubled, but not crushed; Sometimes in doubt, but never in despair;Though surrounded by enemies,But was never without a Friend;Though badly hurt at times, But we were never destroyed.

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The Shades Of Life. It's poetry about the bad things that happen in life, such as the following: Abuse, Depression, and Death.

Stephan and Isla were running around, up after their bedtime. As usual, they were making a bunch of noise after 2000, an hour and a ½ after their usual bedtime. Their mother Sylus was trying to get them to calm down and off their tablets that they were running around with. The annoyance was clear in the protruding veins in her neck and forehead. The younger silver-eyed boy (Stephan) stuck his tongue out at his similarly coloured female counterpart. The blue-eyed girl snatched the tablet from her brown-haired counterpart and laughed as she ran around the couch. An annoyed Sylus was just waiting for them to just wear themselves out so she could put them to bed. No amount of yelling would help the situation and her kids hadn’t done anything too serious, at the very least, nothing to warrant anything more than a stern talking-to.

We are yours, O rich, yet when we call, You vanish, leaving us to fall. You flaunt your wealth with pride so vain, As if it’s yours to forever claim. Your callous heart, your selfish ways, Can never shine in human’s praise. A body bloated, greed’s cruel hand, Has crushed the poor across this land. Your promises, a cruel disguise, Have left the poor to agonize. With all your wealth, you'll die in shame, Your deeds condemned, a wretched name. The grave will be your final bed, With snakes and scorpions 'round your head. Your wealth and towers can’t redeem, The pain you've caused, the broken dream. You spit on poor with hidden scorn, Yet mask it with a smile, forlorn. Why not reveal your truth, so cold? We see the lie, the story told. We may depart before your end, But justice waits, and will attend. So go, O rich, your fate is clear, God stands with poor, their hearts sincere. By Aadil Ahad ( 143)

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