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Pooh meets Paddington
Pooh and Paddington went back down the path. Roo was so excited to have his ball back. They ran into the others for they said they couldn't find it, and this was when Roo showed his ball to them. He said another little squirrel found it and was playing with it. "Guess what Mama. I have another little friend now." "That's great, Roo." They all played a short game of catch before they all went their separate ways. Kanga and Roo had to go home for it was time for Roo's nap; the others continued on their mission for Paddington.
By Mark Graham6 months ago in Fiction
Pooh meets Paddington
Pooh and Paddington made a new friend that day in search of Roo's ball for they slowly and quietly walked up to the little squirrel, and they told him "That little ball belongs to a friend of ours where did you get it?" "It was just lying there and no one was around so I picked it up." Well, my little friend chased another squirrel to see if he wanted to play, but ran away. He came back and his ball was gone. "Oh, I'm sorry here you can have it back." Pooh and Paddington went back. "We found it."
By Mark Graham6 months ago in Fiction
AI for the Mind
The Rise of Digital Therapy Tools In recent years, mental health has become a central topic across Europe, with rising awareness about depression, anxiety, and burnout. Traditionally, access to therapy has been limited by long waiting times, high costs, and stigma. This is where artificial intelligence (AI) has stepped in, offering new ways to make mental health support more accessible.
By Muhammad Ibrahim6 months ago in Fiction
Pooh meets Paddington
On they went in search of Roo's ball. They split up Pooh, Roo and Paddington went one way and Piglet, Eeyore and Kanga went the other. They scoured the area. "You know Pooh that ball could not have traveled too far, but maybe a little animal picked it up. I see a little squirrel over there for Kanga did say Roo went after one little squirrel. Maybe that was so that little squirrel could take the ball." Pooh thought and said, "Let's see." They sneaked up on this little squirrel and they saw that he did have a little ball.
By Mark Graham6 months ago in Fiction
Pooh meets Paddington
As the small gang was walking through the Hundred Acre Wood Paddington was the first to spot two characters up ahead on the path. Paddington asked Pooh who these two were. Pooh looked up and seen that it was Kanga and Roo, and they both seemed to in a tizzy. Pooh asked Kanga what's the matter? Roo can't seem to find his ball. It rolled somewhere when Roo chased a squirrel. We will help you look for Roo's ball for it couldn't have rolled fall for this ground is slightly flat. Maybe it went this or that way. Let's go!
By Mark Graham6 months ago in Fiction
The New Teacher at the Open House
You touched the back of my arm and I flexed my tricep to make it seem more impressive. Why do I want to impress you at all? You didn’t have to touch me like that, but yet you did. You’re too young and innocent for me. Deep down inside, I know this to be true. There goes my insecurities… again. Shoot! Honestly, you don’t look a day older than twenty-five… Sweet youth… Clearly, you knew what you wanted with your career though. That is refreshing. Lucky.
By Rowan Finley 6 months ago in Fiction
The Empty Chair
The empty chair was the most important seat at the table. It had been five years since Grandpa Jack passed, but his place at the head of the table was always set. A full plate, a polished fork, and his favorite, slightly chipped “World’s Best Grandpa” mug. It was our family’s quiet religion. A way of saying, You are still here with us.
By Habibullah6 months ago in Fiction
The Secrets my Mother Kept
Three days had passed since Alexander's father missed his birthday. Three days of careful conversations and avoided glances. Three days of Sydney sleeping in the guest room instead of going back to her apartment, though no one talked about why. Three days of Gran cooking elaborate breakfasts that no one ate and Grandpa Marcus taking longer and longer fishing trips.
By Parsley Rose 6 months ago in Fiction
The Quiet Apartment. Content Warning.
The Quiet Apartment By Theodore Homuth Mara pressed her ear against the wall again. It was 2:14 a.m., and the sound had returned—a soft, rhythmic thud-thud-thud, like a heartbeat buried in concrete. She had first noticed it a week ago, faint and irregular, pulsing through the paper-thin wall that separated her studio apartment from the vacant unit next door.
By Theodore Homuth6 months ago in Fiction
