Biography

The Forest That Rearranged Itself Overnight
Paths shifted while travelers slept. Maps became useless. Those who panicked became lost. Those who adapted discovered clearings they never would have planned. The forest taught that flexibility outlasts preparation.
By GoldenSpeechabout 16 hours ago in Chapters
Bruce Lee and The God of War: Kuan Ti. Top Story - January 2026.
It starts with love.. The Power to the God Of War and Wealth Walk into a Chinese restaurant (even in Oklahoma, USA), a Chinese police station, a kung fu martial arts studio or even a Chinese temple and you often see a red faced warrior holding a heavy quan-do (spear like weapon).
By WILD WAYNE : The Dragon King4 days ago in Chapters
The Moment That Stayed
One moment refused to pass. It stayed because it was fully inhabited.
By GoldenSpeech4 days ago in Chapters
The Sky That Lowered Itself
During moments of humility, the sky seemed closer. Distance reduced when ego softened.
By GoldenSpeech4 days ago in Chapters
The House That Listened
Laughter strengthened its beams. Anger cracked the plaster. Silence restored balance. The house lived through attention.
By GoldenSpeech4 days ago in Chapters
The Staircase That Led Nowhere
People climbed the staircase expecting arrival. It never ended, yet no one felt lost. Each step offered a view slightly wider than before. The staircase taught that growth does not require a final floor.
By GoldenSpeech4 days ago in Chapters
Secularism is a Misguided Path
When the call is raised that religion should be kept separate from worldly life—like Hinduism or Judaism—the first question a Muslim must ask is: should Islam also be limited to personal worship and spiritual matters only? Or does it have a comprehensive system for life?
By meerjanan5 days ago in Chapters
Do Not Leave Your Home: A Dangerous Snowstorm Is Approaching
**Do Not Leave Your Home: A Dangerous Snowstorm Is Approaching** Snowy weather forecasts have become one of the most searched topics among Americans, especially during winter months when severe storms can disrupt daily life. Snowstorms are not just about cold temperatures and beautiful white landscapes. They can be dangerous, unpredictable, and sometimes life threatening. Understanding snowy weather forecasts helps people prepare, stay safe, and avoid unnecessary risks when extreme conditions arrive.
By America today 7 days ago in Chapters
The Iron Serpent's Maw
The air hung thick with the reek of ash and too many desperate bodies. Elias shoved a shoulder into the man in front of him, grunting. No apologies, not anymore. The platform, what was left of it, pulsed with a frantic energy, a hive of lost souls clawing for a space on the rusted iron snake. His lungs burned, chest tight, a raw knot behind his ribs that hadn't loosened in weeks. The overhead lights, what few flickered, cast long, twitching shadows that made everyone look like ghosts already.
By HAADI7 days ago in Chapters
What if the ozone layer dissolved exposing life to lethal ultraviolet rays?
The Vanishing Shield Ice crystals crunched underfoot as Dr. Lena Novak stepped from the heated core of her Arctic station, the Barneo research outpost perched on 88°N latitude. The midnight sun hung low, a bloated orange disc filtering through perpetual twilight haze. Inside the main dome, monitors glowed with satellite feeds from Nimbus-7 successors—ozone mapping arrays that had hummed reliably for decades.
By crypto | Science8 days ago in Chapters
Salt-Stained Ghosts
Leo existed in a quiet hum, a low-level buzz of dissatisfaction that had become his default. Mornings melted into afternoons, afternoons into indistinguishable evenings, each day a new tile in a mosaic of grey. He worked a job that paid the rent, ate food that filled him, slept enough to get by. Nothing hurt, exactly, but nothing sang either. It was a dull ache, a pressure behind the eyes, the feeling of a story unwritten, a life unlived. He often wondered if this was all there was, this flat, even road, stretching out with no discernible end.
By HAADI8 days ago in Chapters
The Sky in His Mouth
The kitchen light hummed, a low, persistent rasp against the silence of the pre-dawn house. Arthur stood by the counter, hands wrapped around a mug of lukewarm tea. He hadn't meant for it to get cold, but his mind had drifted, tethered to the window where the sky was just beginning to bruise purple-black, hinting at the pale, indifferent blue to come. He stared into the swirling amber liquid, steam long gone, and then, his gaze snagged on the mug itself. Eleanor's mug. Chipped at the rim, faded floral pattern almost entirely worn away save for a stubborn patch of periwinkle near the handle.
By HAADI9 days ago in Chapters