Life
Beneath the Table
Anxiety. Burnt coffee. Students with baggy eyes. It was a week to the final exams all right – that not-too-welcome yet inevitable time of the semester when students were in a constant state of panic. Brains were in a frenzy, overheated from cramming topics that were long overdue. Everyone was scared. These grades would determine if they passed on to the next class or not.
By Michelle Ewenam Akakpo3 months ago in Writers
The Lost Language of Curiosity
As I get older, I’ve learned how difficult it can be to maintain relationships when everyone involved is still growing. It’s often said that most relationships fail because of poor communication and while I agree that misunderstandings and misalignments can fracture even the strongest bonds, I think there’s something deeper happening beneath the surface.
By Cierra Walls3 months ago in Writers
Uncertainty
The crack of dawn arrives; the sun beams through the curtain gap, with the wish that the light brings unceasing hope so my heart sees pass the shadow that clouds it. Yet time moves softly, swiftly, silently slipping through my grasp...seeking to find:
By Pau in Motion3 months ago in Writers
The False Promise of AI Medicine. AI-Generated.
A few years ago, the idea that artificial intelligence would transform healthcare was everywhere. The tech world promised faster diagnoses, fewer errors, and cheaper treatments. AI, they said, would finally drag medicine into the future. What we got instead is a high-cost illusion that occasionally imagines diseases and constantly drains budgets.
By Connor Paul Bawcutt3 months ago in Writers
Part 5: The Storm and the Test — When Faith Is Challenged
For days, Shafipur had been wrapped in strange weather. The sky stayed heavy, gray with the promise of rain that never quite fell. The air felt restless, as if the city itself was waiting for something to happen.
By Shazzed Hossain Shajal3 months ago in Writers
Part 4: Evening of Reflection — Where Hearts Meet Again
Evening draped itself gently over Shafipur, coloring the narrow streets with gold and shadow. The city’s noise softened — the call of vendors fading, the smell of fried snacks floating from distant stalls, and the faint murmur of Maghrib Adhan weaving through the air like a sacred thread.
By Shazzed Hossain Shajal3 months ago in Writers
Part 3: Ayan’s School Day — Lessons Beyond the Classroom
The sun hung softly above Shafipur High School, its light glinting off rows of tin roofs and the laughter of children echoing through the courtyard. Ayan, his satchel pressed neatly against his side, walked through the school gate with the calm confidence that only good upbringing could give.
By Shazzed Hossain Shajal3 months ago in Writers
