OWOYELE JEREMIAH
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The Dream You Buried Is Still Breathing
Hey you, Yes… you. The one staring at your phone right now, wondering if all those dreams you once had were just childish fantasies. The one who used to talk about “someday” with stars in your eyes — but now, that sparkle feels like it’s gone.
By OWOYELE JEREMIAH3 months ago in Motivation
The Invisible Threads That Shape Our Cities
Cities are living organisms. Streets breathe with the movement of people, buildings hum with energy, and the quiet corners hold stories that never make it into history books. Yet, beneath the surface of every bustling metropolis lies a hidden network of choices, habits, and interactions that shape the very fabric of urban life. These invisible threads—the small decisions made by individuals and communities—determine whether a city thrives, stagnates, or slowly decays.
By OWOYELE JEREMIAH3 months ago in Journal
The Day I Learned to Stand Alone
I never thought I could be truly alone. Not the quiet kind of alone, where you sip coffee and watch the rain drip down a windowpane, but the kind that presses against your chest, hollowing out your stomach, leaving only the echo of yourself.
By OWOYELE JEREMIAH3 months ago in Humans
The Clockmaker’s Secret
In the heart of the old city, tucked between crumbling brick buildings, stood a shop that most people ignored. Its wooden sign, faded and creaking, simply read “Tide & Time.” Inside, the air smelled of cedar, oil, and something older, something almost alive. The walls were lined with clocks of every shape and size—grandfathers with pendulums like hearts, pocket watches in velvet cases, and small brass clocks that ticked in soft, hypnotic patterns. Every tick seemed to pulse with the weight of unseen moments.
By OWOYELE JEREMIAH3 months ago in Fiction
Whispers in the Dark
Michael had always believed in his own invincibility. Power, money, and influence made him untouchable—or so he thought. He crushed rivals with a smile, betrayed friends without a second thought, and laughed at anyone foolish enough to oppose him. But the city has a memory, and the night has patience.
By OWOYELE JEREMIAH3 months ago in Horror
No Tomorrow
Mara had always been quiet, the kind of girl people overlooked until it was too late. She smiled too softly, spoke too gently, and let others take the stage while she studied the wings. But quiet is not weakness. Quiet is watching, learning, and sharpening—like a blade hidden in plain sight.
By OWOYELE JEREMIAH3 months ago in Fiction
