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"Fly Gently, My Golden Dragon, My Beloved Soul!"
"Softly whispers my Golden Dragon, a legend woven in time's embrace, Its wings unfurl, a tale of old, a mythic dance in twilight's grace. Majestic creature, scales agleam, a guardian of secrets untold, Eyes that hold the wisdom of stars, a bond of tales from days of old. Oh, hear its voice, a gentle breeze, carrying echoes of ages past, Through whispers of forgotten lands, where fantasy and reality contrast. In realms where heroes rise and fall, and destinies are written in the sky, The Golden Dragon soars aloft, its presence an enchanting lullaby. With every beat of its mighty heart, the world's magic comes alive, A symphony of hopes and dreams, through which our spirits strive. "Fly softly my Golden Dragon," the wind carries this sacred call, A call to adventure, to believe, as twilight's curtain starts to fall. So heed the tale, dear kindred souls, let your imagination take flight, For within the heart of fantasy, lies a realm of endless light." ~Poetic AI
By Elle Vihman2 years ago in Chapters
Wholeness, Love, and Inner Fulfillment
"In a world filled with complexities and constant pursuits, it's in embracing our own wholeness that we find true solace. Love, that divine force that transcends boundaries, threads through our lives, binding us to each other and the universe. And within this beautiful tapestry of existence, the journey to inner fulfillment awaits, a journey of self-discovery and profound connection. Let us explore the realms of wholeness, love, and inner fulfillment—wherein lies the essence of a life lived with purpose and grace" . ~AI
By Elle Vihman2 years ago in Chapters
Caught
Chapter 5: Truth Comes Out "How strong was that sleeping spell?" I ask looking at Jade. He shrugged taking a sip of his coffee, "I just wanted to make sure she was out for a while. Or a least during this trip. I don't understand why we have to travel like them. We could have been in Michigan within three hours, not almost a full day."
By Michelle Hill2 years ago in Chapters
Drowning In The Middle
The man lay in rest among others of his kind breath stolen away. Awakening slowly, flat on my back and unmoving, my body lying in an ultra-firm, postoperative ward bed. I swear those beds are designed to motivate me to get out of post-op as quickly as possible. Not that I ever needed the motivation.
By Jeffry Parker2 years ago in Chapters
The Sleepy Sun
On the morning of Penelope's engagement party, I found her basking in the glow of the "sleepy sun," as we'd so lovingly called it as children. Perched atop her favorite sand dune, a pink ceramic mug clasped between her hands, she had never looked more at peace.
By Kelsey Syble2 years ago in Chapters
The scream of the soul
It seems that the time has come to reveal my own journey. A journey I've been on for a little over three years now. My Twin Flame Journey. A journey towards Self, a journey to understanding one's own Being and diving into the depths of the soul mission. A journey into remembering and practicing Unconditional Love. A journey that, in short, has been like a journey through Hell, fighting my way out with gritted teeth. The only support being the absurd understanding that this is a journey of healing. And so, three times in a row.
By Elle Vihman2 years ago in Chapters
Black Heart
After leaving the doctor's cabin, Jamal was deeply perplexed about the motives behind the kidnapping. His mind raced, searching for answers. He entered the room where Zabel was admitted, finding her mother and Heral there. They inquired about the reports, and he quickly assured them that everything was fine. Gently kissing Zabel, who was still sleeping, he observed her peaceful slumber. Suddenly, the room's tranquility was disrupted by murmurs, and Zabel opened her eyes to see her father talking to a police officer who wanted her statement. Anxious, she asked Jamal what was happening. The police officer explained that he needed to ask questions to help find her abductor. Jamal reassured her and pledged to find the person responsible. She agreed to answer the questions. With the recorder on, Zabel began recounting her ordeal of being confined and drugged, describing the person who terrorized her using her weaknesses. Tearfully, she shared how he knew her vulnerabilities, including her fear of dogs and her poor eyesight. She revealed he forced her to eat crab, causing her to lose consciousness, during which he assaulted her. When the police officer referred to her medical report, stating she was not raped and still a virgin, Zabel was shocked. The officer explained that the abductor used psychological tactics to torment her. Asked about the second location, Zabel denied being moved, describing the elaborate illusions created to mislead the police. She detailed her attempts to escape and her captor's methods, including wearing grotesque masks and involving three unidentified individuals. Expressing her confusion over the abductor's motives, Zabel admitted feeling stripped of everything, including her dignity, hope, and love. The officer's question about her feelings towards her captor remained unanswered. Zabel recounted how, on the eighth day, she stopped eating and responding, almost giving up on life. She revealed the breaking point – seeing a picture of her fiancé with another girl. The officer decided to continue the conversation later and left the room, after which Jamal comforted Zabel, assuring her of her strength and his support. As she tearfully expressed her desire to find the abductor, Jamal shed a tear, feeling helpless.
By Madiha Masood2 years ago in Chapters
Year five - melancholy
When I felt particularly sad, which in those days was often, I would fantasise about breaking up with M. Depending on the specific flavor of melancholy accompaning me at any given moment, these imaginings would vary in style in content, but they always had an air of inevitablity and irreversibility that seemed to choke me whenever I thought of him.
By Tess V. Flaire2 years ago in Chapters
My Gypsy Life
One of the definitions of a gypsy is a nomadic or free-spirited person. Nomadic just in case you didn’t know, means roaming about from place to place aimlessly, frequently, or without a fixed pattern of movement. I feel like this sums up most of my adult life. I grew up in Michigan. I lived there until I was twenty-four. In the last nineteen years, it has been a free for as far as where I have lived. This includes Tallahassee, Florida; Overland Park, Kansas; Concordia, Kansas; York, Pennsylvania (while working in Baltimore, Maryland); Patterson, California (while working in Fremont & Richmond, California); and Springfield, Pennsylvania. As you can see, there is not rhyme or reason to where I have lived. It has been a journey of where opportunities have presented themselves and having the ability to say yes.
By Erin Cuellar2 years ago in Chapters
