Sequel
Landing 2
In an airport full of people, nobody was there for her. When I gave him the flight number and arrival time, he answered that he just couldn’t wait to give me a crushing hug; we didn’t go into details about our meeting. Maybe they’re filming, and he’s super busy right now
By Andriana Sonnenblume 🌻20 days ago in Chapters
Landing 4
It was snowing when she got off the train at Leer. She wasn’t familiar with it; it hardly ever snowed in her hometown. It felt like a beautiful greeting, completely fit for Christmas, she loved it, she wanted to jump up and down with little squeals of joy like a happy toddler and catch snowflakes.
By Andriana Sonnenblume 🌻20 days ago in Chapters
Landing 3
Keeping his promise, he hurried back where he had left her. He had asked someone from the crew to bring her a coffee. He struggled concentrating on his work; he even messed up his lines twice, a fact that caused quizzical stares, raised eyebrows and suspecting half-smiles from the crew and his fellow actors.
By Andriana Sonnenblume 🌻21 days ago in Chapters
Chapter 2: The Birth of Islam (610 CE)
The Birth of Islam (610 CE) In the year 610 CE, the land of Arabia stood at a turning point in human history. The tribal society described in the previous chapter—marked by injustice, violence, and moral confusion—was about to encounter a message that would transform not only Arabia, but the entire world.
By Wings of Time 21 days ago in Chapters
Chapter 1: Arabia Before Islam (Before 610 CE)
Arabia Before Islam (Before 610 CE) Before the rise of Islam in the early 7th century, the Arabian Peninsula was a land without a unified system of law or governance. Society was organized almost entirely around tribes, and a person’s identity, safety, and honor depended on the strength of their tribal connections. There was no central authority to enforce justice, no common legal code, and no concept of equal rights across tribes. This environment shaped daily life and laid the foundation for the dramatic transformation that Islam would later bring.
By Wings of Time 21 days ago in Chapters
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 22 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
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
The Prison Ship - Part 3
Continued from Part 2 Part 3 Decay doesn’t begin with a scream — it begins with an echo. First came the cough. Nothing serious — light, dry, almost trivial. Maria took it as a result of damp nights; Stefan, as the trace of too much laughter. Laughter that, even then, sounded too sharp in the silence.
By Tanya Zheleva2 months ago in Chapters
