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The Death of the Boy King
[Bedtime] I think today is the day I die. So the son of Henry the Eighth will never grow up, yet I'm happy to die, already tiring so old with this Crown too heavy. I'm fifteen already neither speaking like a child nor thinking like a child not me: I can write and discourse in five languages am awfully good in maths and an expert in political economics. They say that I am Sick, but I fear that I am olding already hair falling skin peeling vomitting phlegm and Blood:
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Fiction
Unveiling the Essence of Femininity: Exploring its Meaning and Significance
Femininity, an intrinsic aspect of human identity, encompasses a diverse range of qualities, characteristics, and roles traditionally associated with women. However, the meaning of femininity has evolved over time,
By ODS ACADEMY3 years ago in Fiction
City of Dreams
Within the vast tapestry of human civilization, there are cities that transcend their physical boundaries and become symbols of ambition, creativity, and possibility. The "City of Dreams" is one such metropolis, a place where aspirations are forged, destinies entwined, and the very fabric of reality seems to shimmer with limitless potential.
By OJO OREOFE3 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Heir
Part I: A Kingdom in Turmoil In the distant realm of Elysia, a kingdom once filled with prosperity and harmony, darkness had cast its long shadow. King Richard, a just and beloved ruler, had vanished under mysterious circumstances, leaving the kingdom in a state of chaos and uncertainty. The people whispered of a lost heir, a child who held the key to restoring peace to the land.
By OJO OREOFE3 years ago in Fiction
The Misplaced, The Lost, and The Gone
These were the great minds of old, lost to time. It showed in society’s fall from grace. Even the art was either hidden away, stolen, or destroyed, and what replaced it was ugly. The same held true for solutions to problems—the “solutions” sought to further milk the problems instead. All for the sake of ill-gotten gain. All for the sake of stroking one’s ego. All for nothing but ugliness.
By Jackie Barrows3 years ago in Fiction
"Whispers of Enchantment"
Once upon a time in a quaint village named Willowbrook, nestled deep within a dense forest, lived a young girl named Lily. She possessed a vivid imagination and a heart full of curiosity. Lily's favorite place to explore was an ancient oak tree at the edge of the village. It was said to be enchanted, and rumors whispered of a magical doorway hidden within its mighty trunk.
By Bilal Jaka3 years ago in Fiction
Thread Count
For hours, every day, the man scoured forums. Fora? Forae? He scoured, anyway. He thought he was hunting down answers, but only more questions seemed to satisfy. Answers you had to live with. Questions were great for blame. Even better, they moved the work off of him.
By Matthew Daniels3 years ago in Fiction
"The Enchanted Key: A Journey Through the Hidden Door"
Once upon a time, in the quaint little town of Meadowville, there was a young girl named Lily. She was known for her adventurous spirit and her insatiable curiosity. Lily had always been fascinated by the stories her grandmother used to tell her about a hidden door that led to a magical world.
By Bilal Jaka3 years ago in Fiction
