Alexander Mind
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🌱 The Seed Who Was Afraid to Grow
Deep in the quiet soil of a garden slept a little seed named Auri. She was round and small, wrapped safely in the warm darkness of the earth. She could feel the world above her—footsteps of children running, the laughter of birds, the gentle patter of rain—but she stayed hidden, curled tightly in her shell.
By Alexander Mind4 months ago in Art
🌙 The Moon Who Wanted to Be the Sun
In the endless dance of the heavens, the Moon watched the Sun with quiet longing. Every morning, as the Sun rose, the world came alive. Flowers bloomed, oceans glittered, and children ran beneath the golden warmth of sunlight. People painted the Sun in their stories, sang songs about its power, and lifted their faces with joy when it appeared.
By Alexander Mind4 months ago in Chapters
🌟 The Little Star Who Forgot How to Shine
Far beyond the clouds, in the velvet silence of the night sky, there lived a little star named Luma. She wasn’t the brightest star in the sky, nor the biggest, but she had a gentle glow that made children on Earth whisper wishes before they went to sleep. Every night, when darkness wrapped the world, Luma would twinkle softly, spreading tiny sparks of hope to those who needed it most.
By Alexander Mind4 months ago in Motivation
The House Where Silence Lived
At the end of a narrow lane, there stood a house that most would pass without notice. Its paint had worn thin, dulled into a weary gray that blended with the sky. The shutters sagged as though exhausted, and the garden, once tended, had long surrendered to thistles and wild grasses. It was not the kind of house you photographed or praised. Yet to me, it was a cathedral of quiet. It was the place where silence lived.
By Alexander Mind4 months ago in Motivation
When the River Learned My Name
There was a river that ran near the place I grew up. It curved like a secret kept close to the earth, its waters dark in the morning and silver in the moonlight. To most, it was simply a river—a ribbon of moving water, carrying leaves, carrying time. But to me, it was something else entirely.
By Alexander Mind4 months ago in Motivation
The Lantern I Carried Alone
For as long as I can remember, I have carried a lantern no one else could see. It flickered faintly inside me, a trembling glow born of words unsaid, dreams unspoken, hopes too delicate to risk exposing to the world. I cradled it in silence, guarding it from the winds of rejection, afraid that if I let it out, the light would be laughed at, or worse—ignored into nothingness.
By Alexander Mind4 months ago in Motivation
A Thousand Silent Dreams, One Voice — A Top Story is Born
There are moments in life when words sit heavy inside us, like unshed tears. They wait, restless and trembling, for the day we give them permission to breathe. For years, I carried those words like pebbles in my pocket—small, unremarkable to the world, but weighty to my soul. They whispered to me at night, knocking on the walls of my chest, begging for release. Yet I stayed silent, afraid that what I held was not enough, not worthy, not beautiful.
By Alexander Mind4 months ago in Motivation
Echoes Beneath the Midnight Lake
The lake at the edge of town had always been silent. No fishermen. No swimmers. Just a sheet of black water ringed with pine trees, whispering in the wind. People said it had no bottom — a mirror turned toward another world.
By Alexander Mind4 months ago in Motivation
The Clockmaker Who Stopped Time for Love
The clock in the center of Orlan Square never stopped. Through wars, fires, and the crumbling of empires, it had ticked its relentless rhythm — a heartbeat for a city that forgot it had one. Locals said the clockmaker was buried inside its brass frame, trapped by his own obsession with time. They also whispered another story: if you stood beneath the tower at midnight and made a wish, you could freeze a single moment forever.
By Alexander Mind4 months ago in Education
Letters I Sent to My Lover Across Dimensions
The first letter vanished the moment I slipped it under the old oak door. One heartbeat it was there, trembling in my fingers; the next it was gone — swallowed by the shimmer of a universe I couldn’t see but could always feel. Every night since, I’ve written to you from this side of reality, hoping one day you’ll answer from yours. Tonight, the air smells of rain and static, and my hands shake as I write the words I swore I’d never send: I found a way back to you.
By Alexander Mind4 months ago in Horror
