Interlude
World War 3: Fear, Power, and the Dangerous Language of Our Time
World War 3: Fear, Power, and the Dangerous Language of Our Time The phrase “World War 3” has become one of the most searched and shared terms in recent years. It appears in headlines, political speeches, social media posts, and everyday conversations. Some people treat it as an inevitable future, while others dismiss it as fear-mongering. The truth, however, lies in a more complex and serious space—one that demands caution, context, and responsibility.
By Wings of Time 21 days ago in Chapters
The Thief and the Prince – Chapter 3: Peacock
Peacock Morning light broke gently across the forest as Kael and Arin followed a narrow path woven between towering ancient trees. Dew sparkled on the leaves like tiny crystals, and the air was cool enough to sting their lungs. It was the first time since their escape that Kael felt the world breathing again.
By Wings of Time about a month ago in Chapters
Brass Ring Interlude 1: When A Cape Falls
The crowd at the Crooked Jape parted as the thin, wrinkled man in the dark suit moved through it. his dark suit, Jonathan Verictus smiled; he had nothing to fear from the killers that frequented this premier gambling establishment. His tight-lipped smile had nothing to do with the parting of the crowd, but everything to do with the missive he had received in his email along with his morning newsletter. The news he had received made it worth putting on the restrictive headgear so he could deal with the din of the casino.
By Jamais Jochimabout a month ago in Chapters
The Universe Written on a Single Leaf
A philosopher discovered a leaf with veins forming patterns identical to star maps. He spent years studying it, realizing the design wasn’t coincidence but a reminder: the universe is not out there—it is in everything, even the smallest sliver of matter. When the leaf eventually decayed, the philosopher smiled instead of mourning. “Infinity,” he said, “doesn’t disappear. It only changes form.”
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Cloud That Refused to Rain
A single dark cloud hovered over a drought-stricken village, trembling but refusing to break. People cursed it until they learned the truth: if it rained then, the cracked earth would shatter. So they softened the soil, and only then did the cloud let go. Sometimes restraint is the purest form of care.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
Goeiemorgend, Luister Naar De Draaien
Introduction I found this beautiful image on Debbie's Magical Brew below. I thought Goeiemorgend was the artist and "Luister naar de kraaien" was the name of the painting, but Goeiemorgend means "Good Morning" and "Luister naar de kraaien" means Listen To The Crows.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 months ago in Chapters
