Leah Brooke
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Just a curious storyteller with a love for humor, emotion, and the everyday chaos of life. Writing one awkward moment at a time
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š§ļø Tea, Rain, and a Garden Stroll: July's Simple Magic
The sky didnāt ask permissionāit simply wept, softly, beautifullyāand we welcomed it like an old friend. Thereās something about July. It comes with a rhythm. A pulse. An unexpected softness that wraps itself around you, especially when the rain begins to fall. Here, in my little corner of the world, July is not just a monthāitās a mood. A feeling. A memory-in-the-making every single day.
By Leah Brooke6 months ago in Education
The First Film to Win an Oscar: Wings (1927)
Before the glitz of the red carpet, before Meryl Streep collected her first golden statue, and before movies spoke a single wordāthere was Wings. In a time when cinema was still discovering its voice, one film soared above the rest and etched its name into history. Wings (1927) wasnāt just the first Best Picture winner at the Academy Awardsāit was a breathtaking war epic that proved film could be more than entertainment. It could be art.
By Leah Brooke6 months ago in Geeks
How Labubu Conquered the Toy World
āItās not just a toyāitās a viral movement wrapped in fuzzy fur and a devilish grin.ā Thatās how millions of fans describe Labubu, the wildly popular mischievous doll from the āThe Monstersā series by Kasing Lung and Pop Mart. What began as a niche designer toy quietly sitting on collectorsā shelves has now exploded into a worldwide phenomenon, commanding long queues, soaring resale prices, and a cult-like following that rivals luxury brands.
By Leah Brooke6 months ago in Geeks
š Echoes Beneath the Iceš
š The Night the Ocean Held Its Breath The stars hung too still that night, as if the sky itself was waiting to drown. Eliza Thornton stood at the railing of the Titanic, breath misting in the cold, her gloves clutching the iron like they could hold her together. Below, the Atlantic looked like black glassāunbroken, unreadable. Behind her, faint music drifted, but none of it reached her heart. Her heart was with him.
By Leah Brooke6 months ago in Fiction
From Ashes to Orchids
The morning she left, the sky didnāt cry. It should have. I watched her pack the last of her thingsāa red scarf, a framed photo, her orchid plant. She didnāt say goodbye. She only whispered, āTake care of yourself,ā like a stranger who once knew the map of my heart and then forgot the directions.
By Leah Brooke6 months ago in Fiction
Old is Gold: The Lantern That Lit More Than Just Rooms
In the dusty corner of an old wooden shelf sat a brass lanternāits glass smudged with age, its metal dulled by time. To most, it was just a relic, a forgotten object from the past. But to me, it was a treasure chest that didnāt need to be opened to spill stories; it only needed to be lit.
By Leah Brooke6 months ago in Families
She Was Never Real
I met her on a rainy Tuesday. The kind of rain that doesn't just fallāit lingers in the air, heavy and cold, like the universe itself is pressing down on you. I was sitting alone in a bookstore cafĆ©, sipping cheap coffee and pretending to read a book Iād already abandoned. She sat across from me without asking, as if weād done it a thousand times before.
By Leah Brooke6 months ago in Fiction
Abraham Accord or Abraham Betrayed? Unmasking the Politics of Peace
They call it peace. We see it as a betrayal. In 2020, the world witnessed a moment portrayed as historic: the signing of the Abraham Accords by Israel, the United Arab Emirates, and Bahrain, with full support from the United States. Media outlets celebrated it as a breakthrough for Middle East peace, claiming it to be rooted in the shared heritage of Prophet Abraham ā known in Arabic as Ibrahim (A.S.).
By Leah Brooke6 months ago in FYI
