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Haul Away the Anchor. Content Warning.
APRIL 2025 Nettie grins widely as she speaks. “She reminisced for a time, but Thomas was patient. He knew he’d be getting the story of a lifetime, so he sat in silence with her until she was ready. They remained that way for half an hour; she only looked back at him when the sky got so dark, she couldn’t see the water anymore.”
By Luna Jordan8 months ago in Chapters
Test 2
The Test Begins… A Fall from the Summit** Years passed since I left the corporate world. My empire flourished: **5 pharmacies**, an import-export venture, a luxury women’s spa, and a fashion boutique. Success painted my days in gold, while nights were warmed by the love of a woman who redefined my existence. She was a storm of **social wit** and grace, her beauty eclipsing the chaos of my past. I married her, leaving behind the reckless "me" who danced with 33 shadows. For her, I became a monk of devotion—my soul, my time, my breaths… all hers.
By Mo H8 months ago in Chapters
Journal of Mohandas K. Gandhi
March 13, 1930 – Village of Nadiad The Declaration of the Other India This morning, we rose with the cries of peacocks and the scent of neem trees brushing the air. The earth was cool beneath our feet, and my legs, though worn, felt light. It is strange how the spirit, when burning with conviction, lends strength to even the frailest body. We marched early and covered great distance before the sun reached its zenith. As we entered the village of Nadiad, we were greeted not by fear but by reverence. The local elders had spread fresh cow dung on the road and laid marigolds in our path, not as decoration, but as welcome—as offering.
By Alain SUPPINI8 months ago in Chapters
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 Melon8 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 8 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 Melon8 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 SUPPINI8 months ago in Chapters
The girl who paints time
The House That Breathes Color At the very end of the village, where the wind sang in the leaves of the old ashwattha tree and the birds whispered stories from another world, there was a crooked old house. The house stood slightly tilted, as if tired of remembering so many things.
By Canvas Whispers8 months ago in Chapters
Michael Savage New Canaan’s Muscle Car Evolution
For generations, muscle cars have symbolized American freedom, engineering prowess, and the thrill of unbridled horsepower. The roar of a 426 HEMI or the aggressive stance of a 1970 Chevelle SS stirs nostalgia and adrenaline for enthusiasts worldwide. But as the global conversation shifts toward environmental consciousness, these automotive beasts now sit at the crossroads between admiration and scrutiny. Among those navigating this space is Mike Savage, a lifelong muscle car lover from New Canaan who is passionate about both classic horsepower and responsible ownership.
By Mike Savage New Canaan8 months ago in Chapters
Two Shoes in the Sand
The beach was quiet that morning. The kind of quiet that only came after the storm had passed. The air was still heavy with salt and damp, and the sky, though clearing, held streaks of bruised gray clouds retreating toward the horizon.
By ibrahimkhan8 months ago in Chapters
The house surrounded by colors
The house was at the end of the village. People used to say, "It seems to live on its own." Day after day, night after night, someone painted on the walls of that abandoned house—living pictures, just like the deepest dreams of the human heart!
By Canvas Whispers8 months ago in Chapters
"The room where the clocks forgot the time"
Letter without a stamp That day, Mira was quietly packing her clothes, drenched in the scent of lavender. Her life had been on hold for a long time. Thistledown was like that—where no one new came, no one brought news, and even the air was old.
By Canvas Whispers8 months ago in Chapters