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How TO Get Respect !. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
1. Call who calls you. 2. Visit who visits you . 3. Ignore who ignores you. The principles "Call who calls you, visit who visits you, and ignore who ignores you" offer a straightforward yet powerful philosophy for cultivating **respect** in your relationships. At its core, this approach advocates for **reciprocity and self-worth**.
By MD Melon9 months ago in Chapters
Why a Weekend Comedy Show Is the Best Idea for Your Mental Recharge
Don’t miss the chance to meet with happiness in your life in today’s busy life. Weekends are like a golden period in today’s era. Comedy and comedy shows are the best way to enjoy quality time with family.
By Dan Nainan9 months ago in Chapters
The Man from Taured – A Passport from Nowhere
It was a humid morning in July 1954 when Tokyo International Airport found itself caught in a mystery that would perplex investigators, baffle travelers, and ultimately become one of the most compelling unsolved legends in the history of air travel.
By Abutalha 9 months ago in Chapters
The importance of authenticity: His true power returns when he sheds the foreign influences and reconnects with his roots.. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The importance of authenticity: His true power returns when he sheds the foreign influences and reconnects with his roots.---- The Priest-King loses his connection to his power and his land by embracing foreign objects and practices (the throne, crown, clothing, marble floors, and even the blood ritual itself). His brother, the High Priest of the Dark God, helps him realize that true power comes from being rooted in his own land and identity.----It all started with a dizzy spell. One minute I was the Priest-King, crown on my head, performing a ritual, and the next, I was almost on the floor. My ornate crown clattered away, making a racket. Just as I thought I was going down, a hand grabbed my arm, pulling me back up.
By MD Melon9 months ago in Chapters
Journal of Mohandas K. Gandhi
March 12, 1930 – Sabarmati Ashram The First Step into the Other India Today, as the morning sun peeled open the pale blue sky, I stood barefoot on the earth of Sabarmati, the river murmuring behind me like an old friend offering its blessing. My dhoti clung loosely to my frame, and my staff—plain, but sturdy—felt heavier than usual, not in weight but in responsibility. Around me, seventy-eight satyagrahis waited in silence, their eyes cast not downward in submission, but forward in serene defiance. Together, we took the first step of a journey not just toward the Arabian Sea, but toward a future I no longer ask for—I begin to enact.
By Alain SUPPINI9 months ago in Chapters
The Grapes are sour
The Grapes Are Sour:————- Once upon a time, there lived a hungry fox in a small village near a big forest. The fox was always looking for food because he was often very hungry. One hot summer afternoon, the fox was walking through the forest. The sun was shining brightly, and the fox was tired and thirsty. He had not eaten anything since morning, and his stomach was empty. He wanted to find something to eat quickly.
By MR RED9 months ago in Chapters
Dueling Kingdoms - Part 6
Here are the previous chapters if you haven't checked them out! While Kris subtly held her lower abdomen, the earth-shattering reality of everything became unbearable and her world began to swirl. “Roy..” a mere whimper escaped as Kris’ vision began to blur. “Woah! Kris! Easy there, you're alright. I got you." With concern on Roy's face he gently guided Kris towards the ground in an empty meadow. As Kris came through the fainting spell, she erratically pushed back screaming “Don’t touch me!” As she brought her knees to her chest. Scared he might feel the subtle changes happening in her body, she couldn’t risk him finding out, not yet anyway. “I…forgive me Kris, I merely wanted to make sure you’re alright.” “I’m fine, I just stepped wrong.” Although Roy was skeptical, he dropped the subject, and asked Kris to expand on her thoughts of her royalty. “You said earlier you believed you were, or are, royalty? Enlighten me Kris, why do you believe this?” “Surely you must know?” Roy laughed in bewilderment, “I can attest to it that I haven’t the slightest idea.” Roy’s eyes glistened with curiosity and had depth to them as if he wanted me to share my thoughts openly. Yet, here I am hiding my abdomen and being hypervigilant about everything. Clearly I wasn’t off to a good start. “Kris?” Roy called my name as if pulling me from troubled waters, “Oh right, my apologies. I discovered this tale of two kingdoms, one between your parents prior to their divide, and Kingdom Haus, who now reside on the far side of the mountain. Does this tale sound familiar?” “I’d be lying if I said no.” Dropping his eyes, Roy broke eye contact, taking in a shaky breath and rubbing his knee as if a secret had just been exposed. “So you knew?!” Kris rose to her feet, anger sputtering through her body, trying to breathe steadily to avoid another fainting spell. “Kris, please…” “After all this time?! I trusted you! I’ve freely put my life on the line for you and the Queen! And for what? To be your puppet?” Kris felt betrayed by Roy, perhaps Prince Coy spoke plainly, albeit deceitful in his tactics, but at least he spoke plainly! Coy tried to show me the truth about my true identity. I was just too stubborn and blind to notice! I could only see him through my bias as a vile monster, oh what a fool I am! “Kris, I can explain.” “Now you want to explain Roy?! No! You don’t get to just talk your way out of this!” Before Roy could respond, Kris quickly spun on her heels and ran into the depths of the forest to be alone in her thoughts. Most of all she needed a safe hiding place as she knew Roy would surely look for her.
By Sibley Shamra9 months ago in Chapters
The Locket
The Locket How many days have I waited? And now, I realize not one of them was in vain. Not a single tear wasted. In just a few hours, she’ll be in my arms again — and I have no doubt this will be the best chapter of our lives. Her room is almost ready, just as she remembers it: open and airy, quietly inviting, with the soft hum of traffic and voices rising from the street below. I smooth the sheets one more time, then pause at her desk, her sacred little space, to adjust the flowers. A tender arrangement of yellow and cream roses, soft pink peonies, delicate ranunculus, and tiny waxflowers. I’ve framed one of her favorite quotes and selected a few pens from the stationery store. And now, the afternoon light filters through the window, casting a dreamlike glow over the room.
By Emma9 months ago in Chapters
What I've been unexpectedly looking for.
I never know where to start with stories like this. Love always feels like a fairytale at first—everything painted in soft, rose-colored light. You laugh more, dream more, and for a while, it feels like nothing could ever go wrong. But eventually, the colors begin to fade. Sometimes it’s because the relationship becomes too intense, too quickly. Other times, it’s because of poor choices we make along the way.
By Betsy Sanchez9 months ago in Chapters
Part 3: “The Note in the Fold”
Frank returned to the café the next morning. Not out of obligation. Not even out of routine. But because—for the first time in months—he wanted to.
By William9 months ago in Chapters
Embrace the Art of Slow Travel: 7 Charming Italian Villages to Visit in 2025
Fast gets the job done. But slow? Slow makes you feel something. There’s a reason more travelers are pulling away from packed itineraries and leaning into long lunches, quiet towns, and places that don’t rush you through the experience. Italy is full of those places — you just have to know where to look.
By Richard Francis9 months ago in Chapters
Businesswoman Chapter 145
“We’re in a crisis,” Atkinson sighed. “Most of this country, hell, the world is virtually financially illiterate. I remember the days of the teacher trying to teach about CDs and most of the class thinking he was talking about compact discs.” Blank stares looked back at him at this statement. “You see, a CD is also a compact disc. We used it to play music. I know a lot of you Gen-Zers may not have known about the latter. But you're a businessperson, so I know you know the former.”
By Skyler Saunders9 months ago in Chapters