humor
"Humor is what binds humans together and makes difficult times just a little less painful; Sometimes you can't help but laugh. "
Ashen City: A Spark of Hope Rekindled (The Power of Hope)
The city of Ash was a withering ash itself. For ages, its occupants had lived underground, scratching by in the faint light of a weak geothermal generator. The tales of a world washed in daylight, murmured by elderly folks, were blurred legends nobody really accepted. Lina, a young lady with eyes that reflected the blurring gleam, was no special case. However, a gleam of insubordination dwelled inside her, a longing for something else.
By Iftikhar Akram2 years ago in Humans
Embers of Fellowship: Unveiling the Heart of Our GatheringsOpening:. AI-Generated.
As twilight painted the sky in hues of lavender and gold, Emily stood at the edge of her backyard, a soft smile playing on her lips. Before her, nestled amidst a circle of friends, a gentle flame flickered in a portable fire pit. Its warmth embraced them, just as it had become the heart of their gatherings.
By Alex Nguyen2 years ago in Humans
Living with Anxiety: My Personal Journey and Coping Mechanisms
Anxiety is part of the human revel in, however for a few, it's miles extra than simply an occasional feeling. It can turn out to be a every day factor of their life, deeply impacting their lives. I am one of those people, and that is my story of residing with tension and how I actually have found out to deal with it.
By Nada soliman2 years ago in Humans
Day 1 of 3 questions
I wanted to start working on my business again, but didn't quite know where to go from the new start in my life. I am trying to find myself again and learn who I am now. So, I came across this journal challenge and wanted to give it a try. See if I can learn more about the new person I am becoming... the person that my tribe of friends is surprisingly protective of because I am apparently glowing again and they don't want anyone to dim my light again. ;-)
By The Schizophrenic Mom2 years ago in Humans
psychological abuse. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Hoa sat quietly in her small room, the dim light from the desk lamp casting shadows on her weary, gaunt face. The invisible scars of emotional abuse were deeply etched in her eyes, telling the story of the pain she had endured for so many years. This is the story of a resilient woman who fought through immense struggles to reclaim her freedom and joy in life.
By Toàn CV Phan2 years ago in Humans
