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Wealth's Silence
In the warmth of a perfect summer day, the world seemed at peace, but not for John. With silver hair framing a face marked by time, he sat, tears blurring his vision as he clutched a digital frame. He hugged it close, a gesture of farewell to a part of himself, and exhaled a shaky breath, a mix of regret and resolve. John’s study was a haven of old-world charm with a pulse of the new, where books lined the walls, and technology whispered secrets of wealth and power. He approached his computer...
Wealth's Silence
In the warmth of a perfect summer day, the world seemed at peace, but not for John. With silver hair framing a face marked by time, he sat, tears blurring his vision as he clutched a digital frame. He hugged it close, a gesture of farewell to a part of himself, and exhaled a shaky breath, a mix of regret and resolve. John’s study was a haven of old-world charm with a pulse of the new, where books lined the walls, and technology whispered secrets of wealth and power. He approached his computer...
Dust Bunny Rebellion
In the shadowy underbelly of a cluttered living room, dust particles drifted slowly in the angled beams of late afternoon sunlight. A mess of forgotten snacks, socks, and tangled cords covered the floor, creating a maze of obstacles. Amidst this chaos lay the dimly lit makeshift headquarters of the dust bunny brigade. Here, shadows hugged the edges, and specks of glitter from a birthday party twinkled faintly in the corners—a safe spot far from the often-cleaned open floor patrolled by the dr...
Dust Bunny Rebellion
In the shadowy underbelly of a cluttered living room, dust particles drifted slowly in the angled beams of late afternoon sunlight. A mess of forgotten snacks, socks, and tangled cords covered the floor, creating a maze of obstacles. Amidst this chaos lay the dimly lit makeshift headquarters of the dust bunny brigade. Here, shadows hugged the edges, and specks of glitter from a birthday party twinkled faintly in the corners—a safe spot far from the often-cleaned open floor patrolled by the dr...
Behind the Smiles
The year was 2045, a sunny day in a small seaside theme park buzzing with families. Along the crowded main street lined with shops bursting with colours and music, a family of three paused next to a bench. Virtual billboards flickered above, announcing the "20th Anniversary of the Worldwide Animal Protection Act—All Animal Products Banned." Another headline boasted, “200 Million Acres of Forest Reclaimed.” Amidst the revelry, Ellie, a wide-eyed nine-year-old, overflowed with restless energy. ...
Behind the Smiles
The year was 2045, a sunny day in a small seaside theme park buzzing with families. Along the crowded main street lined with shops bursting with colours and music, a family of three paused next to a bench. Virtual billboards flickered above, announcing the "20th Anniversary of the Worldwide Animal Protection Act—All Animal Products Banned." Another headline boasted, “200 Million Acres of Forest Reclaimed.” Amidst the revelry, Ellie, a wide-eyed nine-year-old, overflowed with restless energy. ...
I am a Villain in My Own Story
I’ve caused the death and suffering of 3470 animals and inflicted tremendous damage to the planet—this is my confession.Nobody is a villain in their own story. We’re all the heroes of our own stories. George R. R. Martin.Well, I messed up because I’m a villain in mine.I Was a Good KidMy mother used to feed half of the stray cats in the neighbourhood. She couldn’t stand the smell of fish but prepared it every day for the homeless sleeping furballs seizing our balcony. Our family adopted five c...
I am a Villain in My Own Story
I’ve caused the death and suffering of 3470 animals and inflicted tremendous damage to the planet—this is my confession.Nobody is a villain in their own story. We’re all the heroes of our own stories. George R. R. Martin.Well, I messed up because I’m a villain in mine.I Was a Good KidMy mother used to feed half of the stray cats in the neighbourhood. She couldn’t stand the smell of fish but prepared it every day for the homeless sleeping furballs seizing our balcony. Our family adopted five c...
The Unusual Homemaker
The Unusual Homemaker
