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Here, October is considered the month that marks the end of the rainy season, ushering in a period of clear, pleasant weather. I woke up earlier than usual this morning. Since it had been a while since

I keep thinking about how much easier it has become for young people to be themselves in public, at least in certain spaces. Looking at these pictures from the Museo de la Cultura in my city, I see young

Greetings; I hope you are all doing well, and that health, joy, and peace have knocked at your door and come in to stay. Saludos, espero todos se encuentren bien, que la salud, la alegría y la paz hayan

canva IA The vast plain seems to stretch on forever. As far as the eye can see, the plain fades into the night mist. The paths crisscross, and only those who know it like the back of their hand dare to

Image created in Artguru This is the story of what happened on the night of October 31st, which became the most chilling tragedy of the year... Stuart, Becci, Valeria, Carlos, Ralp, and Lalo were best

Creative Work Hour sponsors Ladies of Hive Contest no.310, spotlights guest judge @kerrislravenhill and winning authors.

Sometimes the opinions of others create moments in life that break us in two and we will never be the person we were before living them, this happens when something that we believed deeply true for some

Sometimes we swallow up words to keep peace, sometimes it could be fear or our pride that hinders us from speaking out. We bottle them deep in our hearts and believe they'll die off naturally with time.

Después del brillo del bronce, el camino se oscurece. La cuarta puerta es la de Hierro Forjado: negra, pesada, con púas, remaches y cadenas enormes, custodiada por guardianes serios con lanzas en un

On a particular day, Capt. R.E. Ludlow was sorting certain documents about his father for his nephew Edwin III and niece Garlene...

Fuente Manuel la vio cruzar el parque y lo primero que pensó fue, qué belleza, dios mío. Lo segundo fue que se le había caído el libro. Lo recogió, sacudió la tierra de la portada y se quedó mirándola

This morning I opened the curtains before I checked my phone, and the light came in like it had been waiting politely outside all night. It made me think about how long I have been quiet. More than a year

22 October 2026, Freewriters Community Daily Writing Prompt Day 3264: costume ...

Photography, Life, Reflexion, Travel

It still feels like autumn is quite a stretch away over in Yerevan. There might be the odd cooler evening or five minutes of rainfall, but the warmth still very much feels present, as do the clear skies.

I am unemployed, live at home with family, and I'm poor -- and I'm exactly where I need to be. Estoy sin empleo, vivo en casa con mi familia y soy pobre; y estoy exactamente donde debo estar. Throughout

Chapter 1: The Last Cup 27 September 1332, an afternoon as cold as any in the most common village of the Kingdom of Acatos, famous for accumulating horse manure in front of the inn and for having well-ridden

The first time Sani saw a jinn, he was standing beside a roadside suya spot in Kano, holding a piece of roasted meat in his mouth and biting down on the savory suya (A local delicacy bbq meat popularly

Gestern gab’s ein paar Kleinigkeiten zu ernten, habe Tomaten abgemacht, die sehr beregnet wurden und reihenweise platzen. Ein paar weitere Pflanzen sind damit komplett abgeerntet. Am Wochenende wird wohl

An introspective poem about death, inspired by a dear departed friend who visits me in my dreams.