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Jungle king
Most individuals believe that the film "The Lion King is one of the richest and most beloved adventures in animation and film. Mickey aired the movie in 1998, however, among since then, it has established itself as an institution, praised because its outstanding animation, captivating characters that are used compelling the narrative, and intriguing concepts. "The Lion King" is considered as one of the biggest narratives in humanity because a number of reasons:
By Deenagopalan 2 years ago in Chapters
Weapon
Prolog The definition of sound can be “(a) Oscillation in pressure, stress, particle displacement, particle velocity, etc., propagated in a medium with internal forces (e.g., elastic or viscous), or the superposition of such propagated oscillation. (b) Auditory sensation evoked by the oscillation described in (a).”[4] Sound can be viewed as a wave motion in air or other elastic media. Here, sound is a stimulus. We can also view sound as an excitation of the hearing mechanism that results in the perception of sound. Sound, in this case, is a sensation.
By Mark Gagnon2 years ago in Chapters
Celestial Serenade: Love Beyond Realms
As I venture into my first chapter, the prospect is both thrilling and a touch nerve-wracking. I'm reaching out for support and tips because the emotional weight of this beginning is something I believe everyone can relate to, and I'm grateful for any assistance along this heartfelt journey.
By Purab Biswas✨ 2 years ago in Chapters
Echoes of Victory
Sarah gazed out of her window, her eyes tracing the familiar contours of the stadium. She could almost hear the distant echoes of cheers and victory chants, memories of a time when the club was the heartbeat of the town. Her father, a former player for Ipswich Town, had woven tales of triumph and camaraderie into her childhood, but now those tales seemed like distant echoes of a bygone era.
By Nofisat lawal2 years ago in Chapters
I, Willhelm
Frank was able to keep i a secret for the next twelve years. Hardly anyone ever came to visit him, the nearest farm was too far to see, and using the aid of government provided robots themselves. To hide the obvious older appearance of his robot frank began to decorate i’s outer shell with several cans of spare paint that he had around the farm. Every few days he would add a few more colours. At first there was no pattern or method, but very quickly he decided to try his hand at giving I a little bit of style. Unfortunately, Franks idea of style could only be described as cosmic vomit, i’s outer shell a strange dappling of green, grey, red and an offensively bright shade of yellow. Frank liked it.
By Klaire de Lys2 years ago in Chapters
A Different League. Top Story - January 2024.
I am a Newcastle United fan, through and through. I’ve never supported any other team, but there was a period in my life when I didn’t support any team, to be honest. I think as a kid the older I got I just lost interest when I realised I wasn’t actually very good at football (or any team sports, to be honest), and this just led to me to move away from watching it as well. I didn’t get back into it until about 2011/12ish, so you can’t accuse me of being a fan who suddenly regained interest post-takeover (mind I do remember some of those Pardew days quite fondly). No, I just started going to games again and it made me realise what football is really all about, especially in this city of Newcastle, which I also identify with very strongly despite not being your stereotypical Geordie. On the day my grandad offered me a spare ticket to my first game for years, it took about 5 seconds to remember everything beautiful about this game.
By Matty Long2 years ago in Chapters
Lullaby
Chapter 1. Lullaby The baying of the hounds carried faintly up the mountain, spiralling into the canyon where the woman – more of a girl, really – and her companion had paused. Both were scratched, cut and bruised from passing through the thick forests leading into the wash, but there was no time to tend these small wounds. She carried a child in her arms – a baby so small that it couldn’t possibly have been a burden – and the child needed feeding. While it nursed, she cast her exhausted gaze around the dry wash where they sheltered, taking in heavy, rounded boulders and walls carved smooth by the movement of water over millenia.
By Jill Harper-Judd2 years ago in Chapters
