Nasser Mahmoud
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hello, I'm a writer and speak in many fields, for example ( Health, Wealth, Relationships, etc...)
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The Farm Frenzy of Elliot and Lennie
Two excited youngsters called Elliot and Lennie were once heading to a wonderful farm in a brilliant meadow. As he sped across the dense grass, Elliot couldn't stop laughing and dancing, his light hair bouncing with every step. As they danced along, Lennie, who had dark hair and inquiring eyes, following closely behind and inquired, "What's that?" and "Where are we going?"
By Nasser Mahmoudabout a year ago in Fiction
Defenders of the Island Heart
Z, Tee, Finnley, Woodie, and Nana were all seated in their cozy garden on a great, sunny evening inside a beautiful island setting surrounded by radiant blue oceans. At the end of the day, the sky was painted with shades of orange and pink. Z just couldn't wait for the moment; her wavy hair pulled into a ponytail, and she was so excited. "Nana, Nana! Tonight, we are embarking on our journey to find out the middle of our island!" she hollered.
By Nasser Mahmoudabout a year ago in Fiction
The Cheesy Moon Adventure of Colin
Colin sat on Pappa's knee and stared up at the gorgeous night sky outside the window. "Pappa, Pappa! Moon!" Colin pointed his chubby finger toward the enormous, dazzling moon that was low in the sky and exclaimed. Pappa smiled and gave Colin a solid squeeze. "Yes, tonight's moon is full, small one. We may be able to get there.
By Nasser Mahmoudabout a year ago in Fiction
Leo's Magical Truck Ride
Leo slept in a little, quiet house with his companion: a sparkling toy truck. The charmed vehicle roared its engines and flashed its lights for Leo's ears alone. As Leo closed his eyes, the room surrounding him dimmed, and the headlights of the truck lit up.
By Nasser Mahmoudabout a year ago in Fiction
The Legacy of Patches and Wonderwood
She was a curious little girl, brave and daring, who loved to venture into the wondrous woods of Wonderwood, where fluffy bunnies danced under starry skies and air perfumed with the most exquisite flowers. One sunny day, chasing after a butterfly, Patches found herself in Miss Bellbottom's yard, in a heap of flowers, where an old, dusty notepad was hidden. As she picked it up, the journal cracked open, releasing Miss Bellbottom's handwriting onto its pages.
By Nasser Mahmoudabout a year ago in Fiction
How I Made My First $1,000 Ghostwriting on LinkedIn: As Easy as It Gets
The beginning of anything always makes one feel apprehensive, mixed with anticipation. That is pretty much how I felt when I first considered using LinkedIn ghostwriting as a stream of income.
By Nasser Mahmoudabout a year ago in Education
Five Things About Money You Need To Learn In Your 20s For A Happier Life In Your 30s
Mastering money isn't easy. Either you learn how to handle it from someone else, or you learn the hard way. That would have served most people quite well if they learned it from their parents or teachers. But it never seems to pan out that way because we're all taught within a system designed to lead us through higher education and into a job: The teachers, the parents alike.
By Nasser Mahmoudabout a year ago in Motivation
Once I stopped consuming these four inflammatory foods and healed my gut, the thirty pounds fell off.
A diseased stomach will prevent you from burning fat. Because of the tight connection it shares with the immunological, neurological, and digestive systems, a healthy gut is the foundation of a lean body. On the other hand, one of the major causes of a slow metabolism is an inflamed gut.
By Nasser Mahmoudabout a year ago in Education
The Final Journey Home
Jared ran through the station and barely caught the last train. Jared sat beside an older woman who stared out of the window. "You look just like my son," she said turning to him her eyes filled with memories. He listened for the whole ride to her tales by the time they reached the last stop, he had a second mother.
By Nasser Mahmoudabout a year ago in Fiction
Beyond the Closed Doors. AI-Generated.
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. Tali had participated in multiple research projects to supplement her meager earnings as a waitress. This one, though - agonizing; hours confined in a white room with nothing but a door she wasn't allowed to open.
By Nasser Mahmoudabout a year ago in Horror
Explorations on a Windy Day
The wind whistled across the nearby field, blowing against each blade of grass and forcing them into a polite bow while it listlessly blew through the deep green forest, rustling the leaves on the trees half-heartedly. It whirled in a cascade of mist over the blue and white flowers that bloomed in the bed of the diminutive brook far beneath as it tumbled high into the air and wreathed itself around a fall on the further side of the meadow. Then, with a frightful groan, it flung itself into a tunnel high up on the slope. But this restless wind soon wearied even of such trifling sports, and moaned sullenly as it flung itself over the edge of a steep cliff. Nothing was to be done, and worse still, nothing was to grace it.
By Nasser Mahmoudabout a year ago in Fiction
On Stormy Nights, the Waltz
The next great adventure awaited, and so Wind sat sulkingly atop the cliff. Across the land, darkness spread. There was a light blazing vivid yellow and happy orange deep in the bush. Curious and hopeful, Wind flew down to take a closer look.
By Nasser Mahmoudabout a year ago in Fiction
