Midnight Narrator
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🌌 Expect:
🖋️ Short stories with deep meaning
🎠Real-life emotions with a midnight twist
If you’ve ever felt alive in silence, curious in the dark, or inspired by moonlight — you’re in the right place.
✨ Read. Reflect. Return.
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From Stray to Star: How My Dog Max Won the World’s Greatest Dog Award
When I first spotted Max, no one was cheering, no flashbulbs, no gold medal around his neck. Just a skinny little dog quivering beside a dumpster in an alleyway off of a sleepy Cheongju street. His fur matted with dirt, his ribcage protruding beneath his skin, and his one paw struggling to drag behind as he stumbled after me home. But in those tired eyes, something indelible—a spark.
By Midnight Narrator 7 months ago in Petlife
The Day I Almost Gave Up—But Didn’t
Some mornings, you're exhausted to the bone—not because you didn't get any sleep, but because life is weighty sometimes with grief, sometimes with grace. That Tuesday, for me, was a rain-soaked day. And it came almost close enough to being the day I walked away.
By Midnight Narrator 7 months ago in Motivation
A Strange Night in Hanyang
A long time ago, when the iron and glass towers had not yet touched the skies, Seoul was called Hanyang—a city of warriors, scholars, and secrets. On a cold autumn night, under the silvery light of a crescent moon, the wind bore a whisper over the stone roads of the city. Lanterns swayed as if too fearful to confront some figure standing in the darkness. In the center city, Ha-neul, a young boy, stood against the palace wall, inscribing symbols in the ground with a twig. Not because he believed, but because it reminded him of his father, whose face he could barely remember.
By Midnight Narrator 7 months ago in History
Life Freedom For a Child
"You can't pressure a child to do what another child did—let your child choose what they want to do," but I was free from this... When I was born, my parents were so poor that they even considered selling me. They did not cry nor smile. They only asked themselves what would happen to this child. the country where I was born, no one needs to select his own life. They named me "Baksu Drian" — a name that would identify me, I was the first child of my family, but never my torment. I was just three years old and was sent to boarding school when the time was just for playing with other children's. It was not like a school as it was a prison. There were no beds, no comforts, but only hard floors and tighter rules. The training was not simply about learning art but about learning to survive, to be silent, and to laugh with tears in your eyes. I trained day and night. Each day I got injured, each night I slept with some other injury. I learned to fight, to be quick, and to do acrobatics — but the most valuable thing I ever did learn was "how to live with pain." I had broken my nose, my fingers were broken, and my ankle was sprained. I had once slipped off a building and was nearly killed. But I never said the words, "I can't." My training taught me to fight against myself. Every wound made me stronger. When I came to the ground, they made fun of me. They called me," I am a cheap replica of Muhammad Ali " a famous Marshall Art. My short stature, my face, my complexion, my fashion… everyone mocks me. But I did what was genuine to me. I was Baksu Drian — neither Muhammad Ali nor anybody's shadow. I risked doing Marshall arts stunts for nothing, and I wagered my life no one could have done such deadly moves. If I had someone else, I would give up, but I'd fall and laugh. I would stand up with acrobatics so that the world will recognize that giving up is not in my destiny. World kept rejecting me again and again. My tone, my language, my style — no one liked anything. But I never lost hope and kept on knocking on the door. Because I knew the day the door would open, I would definitely show my colors. It never was easy. Every night when my body screamed in pain, I'd tell myself, "Just one more day… just one more day, maybe tomorrow will be different." Now, when people applaud for me, all I can think is that those cracked bones, those hidden wounds behind smiles — they made me strong. If you ever fail so badly that you can't find your way out… just remember: bones mend, but the wound of quitting ruins a person from the inside out. I am Baksu Drian. My proudest achievement is that I never gave up. Life does not necessarily begin easily, and that is okay — because greatness is typically born from adversity. When you are born into a challenging life, you are not going backward; you are going into a fire that forges stronger, cleverer, and more powerful versions of you. Problems are not curses — they are blessings in disguise. They teach you how to stand alone, how to survive with less, and how to fight with more heart than resources. You may be exhausted, lost, or even broken — but every time you choose to continue, you are silently building a tomorrow that soft beginnings could never offer you.
By Midnight Narrator 7 months ago in Motivation
