Autobiography

Gentle Stories of Discovery: Chapter 2
“Well, You’re just a bit,” she paused before ending with a gut punching “boring”. Attempting nonchalance, I enquired, “What can I do to be better, more fun?”
By Teresa Renton2 years ago in Chapters
Nasa Spacecraft Capture Video Approaching a Volcanic
The space agency's far-off Juno mission, which is hundreds of millions of miles away from Jupiter in orbit, has been getting closer and closer to Io, the moon of Jupiter, which is the planet in our solar system with the most active volcano. Recently, Juno completed its fifty-fifth orbit around Jupiter, passing almost 7,270 miles (11,700 kilometers) from the surface of Io—that is, nearly skimming the planet in space—because 7,270 miles is more than three times closer than several significant US weather satellites.
By Ananta Kumar Dhar2 years ago in Chapters
Cowboys Shine Bright in Dominant Victory Over Eagles: A Sunday Night Football Spectacle!
Introduction: In a Sunday Night Football spectacle, the Dallas Cowboys showcased their dominance with a convincing 33-13 victory over the Philadelphia Eagles. The game highlighted the Cowboys' prowess, establishing them as strong contenders in the NFC East. Despite their stellar performance, securing the division title still requires some assistance. Both the Cowboys and Eagles boast a 10-3 record, with the Eagles holding a slight edge in conference standings. Let's delve into the details of this exciting matchup that unfolded on December 10, 2023.
By Nicolas2 years ago in Chapters
About the Street Part 2
I especially know those who regularly walk over me every day. They do not know that I am waiting for them. I have imagined their images in my mind. For a long time, such a person used to come from far away every afternoon with two of her tender feet - two small nuphars would cry and play at her feet. I understand that his lips - not the lips to speak, I understand that his big eyes - like the evening sky, were staring at his face dimly. Where on the left side of the tied banyan tree a branch of mine had gone towards the locality, there he would stand quietly under the tree. Another one would go to the locality after finishing the day's work and singing songs in his mind. I think he did not look in any direction, did not stand anywhere - maybe he looked at the stars in the sky, went to the door of his house and finished the Eastern song. When he left, the girl would go back the way she had come. When the girl returned, I knew it was getting dark; I could feel the dark chill of the evening all over. Then the call of the twilight crow would cease altogether; The passers-by are no bigger. The bamboo was rustling in the evening air. For so long, so every day, he slowly came, slowly went. One day in the last afternoon of the month of Falgun, when the saffron of a large amramukul is falling in the wind - then another person who came did not come again. That night, the girl returned home. Just as sometimes a dry leaf would fall from a tree, so sometimes a drop or two of tears would fall and mingle on my dull hot dust. Again, the next day in the afternoon, the girl came and stood there on the floor, but no one else came that day either. Again at night he slowly returned home. After going some distance, he could not go. I fell on top of the dust. She covered her face with her arms and started crying. Who is the mother, who comes to take shelter in my bosom on this night. Is the one from whom you came back harder than me? The one you called and didn't answer is dumber than me. Is the one whose mouth you wanted blinder than meThe girl got up, stood, wiped her eyes -- left the path and went into the surrounding woods. Maybe she went back home, maybe she still does the housework every day with a quiet face -- maybe she doesn't tell anyone about any sorrow; Only one day in the evening, he sits with his legs spread in the moonlight in the courtyard of the house, when someone calls him, he immediately gets up and goes home. But from the next day till today I have not felt the touch of his feet. How many words have been silenced, can I remember so much. Only the pitiful sound of those feet still sometimes remember! But do I have one more leisure to mourn. Who will mourn for? How much comes, how much goes. What a bright sun. Woo-hoo. I am breathing once in a while and the hot dust is flying away turning the blue sky gray. The rich, the poor, the happy, the sad, the old youth, the laughter, the tears, What a bright sun. Woo-hoo. I am breathing once in a while and the hot dust is flying away turning the blue sky gray. The rich, the poor, the happy, the sad, the old youth, the laughter, the tears, th What a bright sun. Woo-hoo. I am breathing once in a while and the hot dust is flying away turning the blue sky gray. The rich, the poor, the happy, the sad, the old youth, the laughter, the tears, th What a bright sun. Woo-hoo. I am breathing once in a while and the hot dust is flying away turning the blue sky gray. The rich, the poor, the happy, the sad, the old youth, the laughter, the tears, th What a bright sun. Woo-hoo. I am breathing once in a while and the hot dust is flying away turning the blue sky gray. The rich, the poor, the happy, the sad, the old youth, the laughter, the tears, ththe birth and death all pass over me in the same breath like a stream of dust. That's why there is no laughter or tears on the way. Home mourns for the past, thinks for the present, hopes for the future. But the path is busy taking hundreds of thousands of new visitors every now and then. In such a place, believing in one's dignity, one is trying to leave one's eternal footprints by stepping very gracefully. The sighs that are lost in the air here, when you are gone, will they fall behind you and mourn for you, bring tears to the eyes of new guests? Is air above air permanent? No no, vain attempt. I don't let anything stop me, neither laughing nor crying. I am only reading.
By uff nayen2 years ago in Chapters
From Pocket Change to Power Moves
From Pocket Change to Power Moves: A Middle-Class Odyssey to Entrepreneurship Introduction: The Humble Beginnings In the heart of a middle-class neighborhood, where dreams whispered louder than opportunities, a young Sundram Chaurasiya embarked on a journey that would redefine his destiny. Born without the luxury of books and with pocket change as his only ally, Sundram embraced the grind with a determination that would shape his entrepreneurial Saga.
By Sundram Chaurasiya2 years ago in Chapters
Mind Games
Among the tall buildings in the center of the busy city, where the lights of the city cast shadows, a select few found an odd envelope in their hands. Enclosed in mysterious seals, the elaborate parcels carried an appeal that aroused interest and sparked a spirit of adventure. The call, which was addressed to each person by name, invited them to participate in a series of mental games that promised an intellectual journey that would be beyond comprehension.
By Ameen younis2 years ago in Chapters
THE SITUATION
One morning, I woke up and felt very dizzy. I couldn't walk without throwing up. My head was spinning so fast that when I closed my eyes, It felt so much worse. I eventually went to the doctor and found out it was Vertigo. When I went to see the doctor, he couldn't explain why this was happening. During this time, I did not know that my supplements with folic acid and C4 Energy powder were the cause of my vertigo.
By Cid Leanos2 years ago in Chapters
The Situation
Part 2 of The Situation I started to have heartburn, not to be cocky but I never had heartburn in my 34 years before this started, I was able to make an appointment with my doctor thinking it would be different somehow but somehow it wasn't because she came up with the conclusion it was only indigestion but for me, it didn't sound right because of what happened to me previously, but I listened to her because she is a doctor and at the time 'I used to believe that doctors knew everything and they are supposed to be right 100% of the time especially when they are playing with people's lives. My beliefs have changed quite a bit since then. I don't think of them like that anymore.
By Cid Leanos2 years ago in Chapters
At the age of 100, controversial former US Secretary of State Henry Kissinger passed away.
Henry Kissinger, the former U.S. Secretary of State and political advisor who was lauded by some as a master statesman and branded by others as a glorified war criminal, has died aged 100.
By Francis Dami2 years ago in Chapters
Life On The Spectrum: Chapter 4
"Ah look at all the lonely people! Ah look at all the lonely people! Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in a church where a wedding has been. Lives in a dream, waits at the window wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door, who is it for? All the lonely people, where do they all come from? All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
By Sean Callaghan2 years ago in Chapters
Venomous Whispers . Content Warning.
👹𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑴𝑶𝑼𝑺 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑺𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺 🔥 {𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑾} 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑴𝑬: 𝑻𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑳𝑬𝑫 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬𝑺🔞
By Itz Beloved2 years ago in Chapters
The Love Story the would span the Millennia’s
Chapter 2 Alice lay in bed, crying, caught in the middle of that hard battle between heart and mind. He had made his choice and did so in the worst possible way.
By David Anderson2 years ago in Chapters