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Top 10 Facts About Girls' Hormones
Ten facts about girls' hormones: 1.Girls' hormone levels fluctuate throughout their menstrual cycle. During the first half of the cycle, estrogen levels rise, leading up to ovulation. After ovulation, progesterone levels increase.
By Honor White Angel3 years ago in Fiction
Promised Letter
It wasn't a beautiful day, drowsy rather. An occasional drip from the amber leaves, pooling and puddling in rocky dips in the gravel avenue. It was a melancholy day, but there was a hint of thrill in Elyse’s chest. Today, of all the days in the worry worthy year was a prick of bliss.
By A Case Study in Storytelling (Grace)3 years ago in Fiction
The Occult
Once upon a time, there was a small town nestled in the mountains of Appalachia. It was a place where the roads were unpaved, the houses were made of wood, and the people lived simple lives. But beneath the surface of this idyllic community, there was a dark secret.
By mick stafrace3 years ago in Fiction
Jame Webb Space Telescope
The James Webb Space Telescope (JWST) is one of the most ambitious and complex space observatories ever developed. Named after James E. Webb, a NASA administrator during the 1960s, the telescope is set to revolutionize our understanding of the universe by observing some of the most distant objects and events in the cosmos.
By Subhan Khalil3 years ago in Fiction
The Stranger in the Cafe
It was a typical day for Sarah, who had just finished a long day at work and was in need of a caffeine boost. She walked into her favorite cafe and was about to order her usual when she saw him. He was sitting in the corner, reading a book, and sipping his coffee. Something about him caught her eye, and she found herself staring at him for a moment longer than was socially acceptable.
By Jacob Glory3 years ago in Fiction
Gods' Death Saga
She gathers together her wyrd sisters and the village's mothers, but tries not to look at them. They're daughters she'll never see and wives she'll never be, a choir of women there to sing their grandmothers' old-songs. We are already with them. We sleep in the stool she sits on and dwell within her beating staff. We buzz through the air to snatch glimpses and watch from the rocks, we play through the goats, and lie atop the rolling mists. Everyone from their village has gathered to hear her speak our words, while we are just out of view. The Jarl's partner brings her berries and honeyed breads; she claims it's better to summon us.
By The Messenger Magpie3 years ago in Fiction
