Part 1

THE NATURE BOY --- CORONA IS NO MORE NOW COMES THE UTOPIA CHAPTER 1
DISCLAIMER THIS IS A STORY BASED ON THE FUTURE IF CORONA TAKES A CENTURY TO BE DEFEATED AND QUARTER OF HUMAN POPULATION IS VANISHED.
By Karun 3 years ago in Chapters
Chasing Colors
In a world bursting with colors, I found my own palette, and life became my canvas. There's a certain clarity that dawns upon you in the quiet moments between dreams and consciousness, when the day's tapestry hasn't yet woven itself together. It's in those fleeting instants that I find myself, the artist of my life's canvas, yearning to paint my destiny with strokes of creativity that only I could wield. I am the protagonist of my own narrative, and it's from this unique vantage point that my story unfolds - a chapter that captures the essence of chasing dreams against the backdrop of societal expectations and self-discovery through design.
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Phantom Shift-Introduction
Sitting in a dark room, a woman approaches from “The Group”. They have an offer for you. A simple job for one of The Activity’s best agents. A simple task for a man of your talents. Retrieve Doctor Cardoso’s journal and a copy of the Empire's world-dominating devices, and relieve the United States from their dominance.
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Chapters
The Ring and the Bridle
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This entire novel is available on Amazon, both in kindle and paperback. I am posting an excerpt to generate interest in the sequel to this work. Installments will come every two weeks or so.
By E.L. Buchanan3 years ago in Chapters
Nigeria updated news on presidential election
Nigeria updated news on presidential election Judiciary should not be judged prematurely based on the expectations of society, as they must deliver a fair judgment based only on the evidence presented in court. People should also not expect Courts to deliver judgment based on their emotions or sentiments, as it is a court of law. Judges who will be judging the Presidential Election Petition Code Panel are some of the most popular individuals in the country, with the hopes of countless millions of Nigerians resting upon their shoulders.
By adeyemi 3 years ago in Chapters
Enemy of Good
08/11/2023, Friday afternoon, 4 pm Office of Rosalee Jones, Licensed Professional Counselor A curse afflicts this time slot. I understand that with every bone in my body. The last thing anyone wants to do before skipping onto a raucous weekend is to dwell on personal demons for an hour. I’ve seen the same faces for years on end, and then there’s this, this time slot, where no client has made it past a few meetings. I wish I could say that was the only thing feeding my apathetic attitude today. But, watching her talk at me from across the room, I knew there was more to it.
By Forbidden Pages3 years ago in Chapters
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In the heart of the city, where shadows danced and secrets whispered, two powerful figures stood as bitter enemies in the dark underbelly of the criminal underworld. Adriana Moretti, the cunning and enigmatic heiress of the Moretti crime family, exuded an air of dangerous elegance that could both enthrall and intimidate. Then there was Luca DeLucca, the brooding and relentless leader of the rival DeLucca syndicate, known for his strategic mind and iron-clad control over his empire.
By serenitas 3 years ago in Chapters
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“Mags, you ever dream of escaping this shithole?” “Only all the time,” I sighed. If I pressed my face into the iron bars, I could see my friend’s face around the bend. A dark liquid oozed out of the sponge when Ruth gave it a twist, her face pulled in tightly in disgust. She shoved a couple baby hairs away from her face and huffed loudly, throwing me an exasperated look in her misery.
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“Don’t part with your illusions. When they are gone, you may still exist, but you have ceased to live." Mark Twain, Pudd’nhead Wilson, 1894
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He allowed all his weight to rest in the harness. He could hear the joints and screws squeak as they all worked in tandem to support the pressure. It felt good. He’d been standing long enough.
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