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## Princess Tiara and the Whispering Waterfall
Princess Tiara loathed tiaras. The heavy jewels dug into her scalp, their sparkle a constant reminder of the gilded cage her life felt like. Unlike her sisters, who dreamt of balls and eligible suitors, Tiara yearned for adventure, for tales whispered on dusty scrolls and maps crinkled with the touch of explorers. The library, not the rose garden, became her sanctuary. There, with the scent of aged parchment and the hushed whispers of forgotten knowledge, Tiara felt truly alive.
By ANNA CORAL2 years ago in BookClub
Filipino Children's Books
Filipino children’s book carries a specific place and power, which gives them an unforgettable position among world literature. Tradition and folklore are the main ingredients of these books which help the readers to get insight into the real Philippine cultural traditions, values, and thought patterns. What happens is that they provide a means of escape but also educate young readers on their heritage. This is the most effective way of teaching the Filipino culture to younger generations.
By Ella2 years ago in BookClub
The Tale of the Final Wish. Content Warning.
In the heart of the town, shrouded in the mist of dusk, stood an ancient antique shop, its weathered sign creaking softly in the gentle breeze. It was a place where forgotten treasures lay hidden amidst the dust of time, waiting to be discovered by those bold enough to venture inside.
By Dannie2 years ago in BookClub
Rin's Golden Dream. Content Warning.
Rain lashed against the rickety shack, the wind howling like a famished wolf. Inside, huddled beneath a threadbare blanket, sat Rin. A skinny girl of ten, with eyes the color of storm clouds and hair like tangled seaweed, she clutched a worn book, its pages filled with fantastical tales of faraway lands and unimaginable wealth. It was her only escape from the harsh reality of her life.
By ANNA CORAL2 years ago in BookClub
Ink on Starlight . Content Warning.
Amara, a seasoned cartographer with ink-stained fingers and a thirst for the unknown, stumbled upon a weathered parchment tucked within a dusty tome. It depicted a swirling vortex, an impossible gateway rumored to lead to the Celestial Cartography, a mythical archive charted by constellations. The thought of such a place, a library woven from starlight, ignited a spark within her.
By ANNA CORAL2 years ago in BookClub
The Sweet Sovereign and the Sugar Wall
Once upon a time in a realm where the skies shimmered with a candy-colored hue and the rivers flowed with the purest of honey, there existed a secret kingdom veiled by the legendary Sugar Wall. This wall, a colossal structure made entirely of crystalline sugar, sparkled under the sun, casting rainbows across the land that lay beyond.
By ANNA CORAL2 years ago in BookClub
Whispers in the Red Dust
Once upon a time Dr. Anya Petrova squinted at the Martian sunrise, the thin atmosphere turning the horizon a pale, bruised purple. Ten years. Ten years since she'd left the vibrant blue of Earth for the rusty red of Mars. Back then, she'd been filled with a fierce pioneer spirit, the first botanist on a fledgling colony. Now, a creeping loneliness gnawed at her.
By ANNA CORAL2 years ago in BookClub
Daughter of the Desert Moon
Once upon a time the desert wind whispered secrets through the gnarled branches of the old mesquite tree. Elara, perched on a lower limb, hugged her shawl tighter, its worn fabric offering scant protection against the chill of the approaching night. Below, the parched earth stretched into an endless expanse, dotted with the silhouettes of cacti reaching skeletal fingers towards the dying sun. Hunger gnawed at her belly, a constant companion these past few days.
By ANNA CORAL2 years ago in BookClub
Why You Definitely Can't Survive a Nuclear Winter
The world looked totally different after the atomic war - a place, where people just wiped out and where nature reclaimed its rights over the remnants of once proud civilization: ruins were the only trace of the former order of things. A few moments later, Mason became a witness of the catastrophic sight of a radioactive canyon, where the only thing that was left was a ruined world unable to rise from ashes of an atomic bomb.
By Amine Oubih2 years ago in BookClub
I Quit.... Content Warning.
And She Died. Yes, She is No More. The only thing left with me is “regret of not reading the last line of her letter so initially” that could save her life by me. Writing what you feel is folded by two things of our life, firstly, if we started untrusting people the only option left with us with is writing what we feel or such things which we couldn’t share with anyone due to fear of our close ones traits on us or either being a joke in front of world, same things happen with me her as well. Secondly, happen with her….Be in the story…
By Kiran Bajulge2 years ago in BookClub
Unbound by Grief
The Unfinished Symphony I. The Dissonance Evelyn stood in the sterile white room, the antiseptic scent clinging to her like a shroud. The rhythmic beep of the EKG machine mocked the hollowness in her chest. Her son, Michael, lay still, his once lively hazel eyes clouded over with an unsettling peace. Grief, a jagged shard of ice, pierced her heart.
By siya 2 years ago in BookClub
Be Your Self
I've learned from my travels that nothing in life is worthwhile unless you're ready to take chances. Nelson Mandela once said, "There is no passion to be found playing small - in settling for a life that's less than the one you're capable of living." When you think back on your personal experiences—whether they were figuring out your major, getting through school, applying to colleges, or figuring out your life's direction—you've heard advice telling you to have a safety net or something to fall back on. But, I never found resonance with that idea. When falling forward allows viewing what's ahead, why go back? You'll never reach your greatest potential if you lack the courage to go outside the box and make those audacious decisions. Follow your passion and take those steps.
By sadiku akin2 years ago in BookClub