Julia Christa
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Humanity First
Introduction In a world driven by technological advancement, economic competition, and national interests, it is easy to lose sight of the most fundamental value that binds us together: our shared humanity. Amidst the noise of politics, power struggles, and profit margins, the principle that should take precedence above all else is the welfare, dignity, and rights of every human being. Humanity must be our first priority—not only as a moral imperative but as the most sustainable path forward for a peaceful, just, and thriving global society.
By Julia Christa7 months ago in Humans
Beneath the Concrete Sky
The city never sleeps, but for those who live beneath its neon glow, survival is a restless dream. On a forgotten corner of 9th Avenue, near the underpass where cars roared like distant waves, an old man named Joseph sat hunched beneath a threadbare blanket. His face, lined with years and sorrow, barely moved as the wind picked up, carrying with it the indifference of a thousand strangers.
By Julia Christa7 months ago in Humans
The Bridge Beyond Fear
The rain fell in slow, deliberate drops, as if the sky itself hesitated in letting go. At the edge of an old railway bridge long forgotten by the world, stood a man named Arjun. He was not lost, not quite—but he was certainly searching. At 42, Arjun had spent most of his adult life chasing safety: a secure job, a comfortable house, a predictable routine. But the life he had built felt like a well-decorated cage, one whose bars he had forged himself.
By Julia Christa7 months ago in Motivation
The Art of Living: Simple Principles for a Happier Life
Introduction In an age of constant distraction, rising stress levels, and the relentless pursuit of "more," happiness can seem elusive. Despite technological progress and improved living standards, many people find themselves feeling anxious, disconnected, or dissatisfied. But what if the secret to a happy life isn’t hidden in some remote philosophy or complex strategy, but in small, consistent choices we make every day?
By Julia Christa7 months ago in Writers
The romantic weather
There are days when the world seems quieter, not because people are hushed, but because the sky has taken over the narrative. Rain drums gently on the roof, the wind murmurs through trees, and clouds move like wistful dreams above us. Weather, often treated as background noise in the human story, is in truth one of nature's most eloquent storytellers. Among its most expressive elements—rain and wind—speak with a particular poetry. They don’t just shape the environment; they shape moods, inspire memories, and sometimes carry the weight of something as intangible and powerful as romance.
By Julia Christa7 months ago in Fiction
The Dollhouse
The afternoon sun slanted through the lace curtains, throwing warm patterns across the wooden floor. Giggles floated like butterflies through the quiet house as the children huddled close, their faces glowing with excitement. In the corner of the room stood a grand dollhouse—three stories high, painted pastel pink and mint green, with white window shutters and tiny furniture carved with delicate precision.
By Julia Christa7 months ago in Fiction
Between Lectures
The autumn sun fell like gold dust across the old stone walls of Langley University. Leaves rustled through cobblestone paths, students hurrying with steaming cups of coffee and worn textbooks tucked under their arms. Amid the chatter of the quad, in the sanctuary of the English Literature department, Professor Elias Hart sat in his office, reviewing an essay that stood out from the rest.
By Julia Christa7 months ago in Fiction
Beneath the Banyan Tree
Beneath the Banyan Tree The old banyan tree stood tall at the edge of the village, its roots sprawling deep into the earth like veins of memory. To most, it was just a tree. But to Aarav, it was the beginning of every story that ever mattered—especially the story of his mother, Meera.
By Julia Christa7 months ago in Families
The Quiet Hours
The Quiet Hours In a quiet town draped in the silver folds of mist each morning, nestled between rolling hills and tall pines, there stood an old two-storey house with ivy crawling up its stones like time itself was trying to hold it still. In that house lived Aryan, a quiet man of twenty-six, and his cousin, Sana, who had moved in with him two years ago after her parents passed in a road accident.
By Julia Christa7 months ago in Fiction
The lone travellers
The first time Lila heard the train whistle echo through the valley, she knew this trip would change everything. Lila Hart was twenty-four, with wide hazel eyes and soft chestnut hair that framed her face in gentle waves. She had spent most of her life in the sleepy town of Marlowe, tucked between emerald hills and winding rivers. Adventure, for her, had always been confined to books and daydreams. But after the sudden passing of her grandmother—a spirited woman who had once traveled across Europe alone in the 1960s—Lila found herself yearning for something more than the quiet predictability of home.
By Julia Christa7 months ago in Fiction
