Aima Charle
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I am:
🙋🏽♀️ Aima Charle
📚 love Reader
📝 Reviewer and Commentator
🎓 Post-Grad Millennial (M.A)
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I have:
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🫶🏼 Love for reading & research
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🏡 Birmingham, UK
📍 Nottingham, UK
Status : Single
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The Plastic Moon Society
🕰️🍋🌕🍋🕰️🍋🌕🍋🕰️🍋🌕🍋🕰️🍋🌕🍋 In the town of Mirage Bay, everything glowed under a permanent soft filter. Trees were symmetrical. Dogs didn't bark. Even the moon above seemed too round, too polished—like it had been buffed by the Homeowners Association.
By Aima Charle9 months ago in BookClub
Technology Shapes Humanity in 2025. AI-Generated.
“Two Sides of the Circuit: Living with Technology in 2025” In 2025, technology is no longer just part of our lives—it’s woven into every second of it. From the moment we wake up to a smart mirror that recommends outfits based on the weather, to the AI-generated lullabies that help our children sleep, the digital and physical worlds have fused into something... well, electric.
By Aima Charle9 months ago in Confessions
"The Ripple Effect of Trump’s Tariffs"
In 2025, long after the clang of the first tariffs was heard, the world is still feeling the aftershocks. It began in 2018 with then-President Donald Trump’s “America First” policy and aggressive tariff strategy—targeting steel, aluminum, and hundreds of billions in Chinese goods. But what was meant to pressure rivals has proven to be a slow-burning economic wildfire that still smolders, especially in small to mid-sized economies.
By Aima Charle9 months ago in Education
“The Forgotten Circuit”. AI-Generated.
The world applauded when every child was gifted a companion AI at birth. They called it “Lumo”—a soft-voiced, glowing sphere that floated beside its human like a digital guardian angel. It whispered facts, solved problems, and calmed tantrums with soothing music or holographic starlight. Every home had one. Every child depended on it.
By Aima Charle9 months ago in Chapters
“Brain on Pause”. AI-Generated.
Aria used to remember everything. She remembered the sound of rain hitting her window at night, the smell of her mom’s perfume, and exactly where she left her sketchbook three days ago. But lately, her memories felt like old photographs—fading at the edges, harder to grasp.
By Aima Charle9 months ago in Chapters
The King of the Jungle
**The King of the Jungle** Deep in the heart of the jungle, where sunlight only dared to filter through thick layers of green, the mighty lion prowled. His mane, a golden crown of untamed glory, swayed gently in the wind. His eyes, fierce and focused, scanned the dense underbrush for movement. He was a creature of legend, a predator unmatched in skill and strength. The jungle was his kingdom, and he ruled with an unseen but undeniable force.
By Aima Charle9 months ago in Education
