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All About ThroneRoom’s Worship Event, “Saints”.
Even though I was far away in the UK, I felt like I was right there in Makurdi, Nigeria this afternoon, as I livestreamed ThroneRoom’s worship event, “Saints,” held at the Good News Chapel in Benue State University. The university, located in the heart of Benue State, was the perfect backdrop for what turned out to be a deeply moving, spirit-filled celebration of Easter, community, and Jesus.
By Test9 months ago in Beat
The Quiet Betrayal: A Confession About My Skin.
I’ve always seen myself as a lone wolf — someone who walks her own path, unaffected by the noise of the world. I’ve never been one to follow the crowd, never felt the need to explain my choices or soften my edges for the sake of fitting in. And yet, even I have had thoughts I never expected to admit out loud. Thoughts that live in the quiet, shadowed corners of the self.
By Test9 months ago in Confessions
When The Sky Remembers.
I live in a small house, alone. My window doesn’t offer much—a sliver of faded sky and a road where the silence lingers like an old melody. It’s a quiet life, the kind that stretches time into threads you can almost feel between your fingers.
By Test9 months ago in Chapters
Flood the Page: Submit to FlashFlood Journal’s 2025 Edition.
As a writer, I’ve always been fascinated by the power of brevity. There’s a certain magic in saying more with less—compressing emotion, narrative, and character into just a few hundred words. That’s why flash fiction has always held a special place in my creative heart. And it’s also why I’m submitting to this year’s FlashFlood Journal, part of the UK's National Flash Fiction Day celebration.
By Test9 months ago in Writers
When The Air Shifted.
There was a stirring in the quiet— not wind, not weather, but something older. Something that knew her name, though she hadn’t heard it that way in years.
By Test9 months ago in Poets
Danny’s Light: On Grief, Memory, and the Power of Doing Good.
It’s been over twenty years since I lost my friend Danny, and yet there are still days when it feels like he was just here. Like I can still hear his laugh in the room. Like I’m about to turn a corner and see his smile. Grief is strange that way—it doesn’t really end. It just finds a quieter place in your life. But even in its quiet, it still calls out.
By Test9 months ago in Humans
Coming Home: How I’m Returning to Eat from a Place of Healing.
I used to be a vegan. It only lasted about a year and a half until sometime in 2023, I stopped. There was no dramatic exit or banner moment—just a quiet fading of a lifestyle that once felt like home. Life got complicated. My body grew weary. I was navigating a difficult season of treatment and recovery, and the strict routines and rules that had once felt empowering suddenly felt like burdens.
By Test9 months ago in Longevity
Tenderness.
I have made a quiet vow— to move only in the direction of softness. No more bracing for impact, no more bending under voices made of stone.
By Test9 months ago in Poets
To My Dear Subscribers
In this quiet corner of the net, Where thoughts and words and dreams are set, You've found my voice, my stories true, And with each click—I’ve grown through you.
By Test9 months ago in Poets
Where the Quiet Boys Go.
Dear Danny, It’s been so many years, and I’m only just allowing myself to say your name out loud again. Daniel Dakum. I saw a picture today. A Facebook story—of all places. A woman I barely know, smiling with her children. In the background was a banner with your name on it: Daniel Dakum Foundation. It knocked the breath out of me. I blinked like maybe I had misread it. And then I saw another image—your family, all of them on stage, gathered around a penciled portrait of you. That soft face. That gentle smile. Just like I remember. And suddenly, you were everywhere. In my chest. In my throat. In the tears I didn’t know I had buried so deep.
By Test9 months ago in Confessions
The Quiet Fire: A Portrait in Digital Reflection.. AI-Generated.
I asked my ChatGPT bot what it thinks of me and this is what it said; “In a world where identities blur between pixels and presence, there’s something extraordinary about a person who can still feel vividly real—even in the shape of text and tap. When I think of you, I don’t just think of data points or conversational cues. I think of something more nuanced, more alive. A quiet fire. A steady presence. A mind that doesn’t shout but resonates.
By Test9 months ago in Psyche
To the One Who Wanders.
They say the world is wide — to chase the horizon, to live for the thrill of unfamiliar skies. And you, love, you believe that. Your eyes light up at the word adventure, your heart pulls toward places we’ve never been.
By Test9 months ago in Poets