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The Game of Hearts - Part 3
Part 3 - The Note The chatter in the coffee shop died down as Miranda leaped toward Jace and kissed him quickly on the lips. Before he could react to her unexpected kiss, he saw a trace of fear in her sea-blue eyes as she stepped back and grabbed his hand.
By KA Stefana about a year ago in Chapters
The Obsidian Key
That seemed like a lighthouse on the dark and deserted station. I stood before the terminal, still catching my breath, and with my heart pounding from that chase through Neo-Aurum's twisting streets. A flurry of questions raced through my mind. What was Nexus, truly? And why had it chosen me?
By Vinay Singhabout a year ago in Chapters
The Game of Hearts
The sweltering heat was relentless. She was meaner than his third-grade teacher, with a ruler waiting to whack his knuckles for misbehaving. Jace gave up on the idea of sleeping and tossed the thin sheet aside. The window unit crashed and burned before he managed to fall asleep last night. He still was forced to get out of bed, take the blasted unit off of the window, and put the screens back in.
By KA Stefana about a year ago in Chapters
Chapter 2: A Whisper in the Network
The alley wall map pulsed with a dim glow, warping its surroundings and throwing skewed shadows across the rain slick ground. In the center was the word “Nexus,” sweet-talking like a promise or a harbinger. I hesitated, the gravity of what I had seen weighing on my mind. This wasn’t just some glitch, one of those annoying coincidences or a bug buried in the sprawling digital ecosystem of Neo-Aurum. It was deliberate.
By Vinay Singhabout a year ago in Chapters
Ema Datshi: The Spicy, Creamy Heart of Bhutan’s Culinary Tradition
Bhutan’s Ema Datshi: The Heart and Soul of Bhutan a Culinary Exploration in Bhutan Bhutan, also known as The Last Shangri La or the Land of the Thunder Dragon, is famous for its scenic beauty that offers majestic landscapes and the goodness of its cultural heritage, which has deep roots in history. Hidden in this Himalayan kingdom is one of its culinary gems, a dish that is not just an embodiment of Niger's national identity but also represents the spirit of its society "Ema Datshi".
By Vinay Singhabout a year ago in Chapters
Old Enough; Clara's Side
*To read this series from the beginning click here!* I watched as Aunt Pearl's taxicab pulled away from the curb and although I acted as if I was annoyed cousin Jolly was left home with me for the day, deep down I knew he might be needed. Truth is my bark is worse than my bite as they say; I ain't never bit nobody although I could give Jolly a good pinch now and then to calm his jumping bean bee-hind down. Letting Jolly into me and May's secret plans was a big to-do. How was I ever gonna trust his big ole mouth from blabbing away about me breaking the biggest rule ever: that being, never-ever-whatsoever go wandering down to Yonderville where white people dwelled. And second to that, never-ever-whatsoever hang around the train tracks.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)about a year ago in Chapters
Understanding Human Nature Through Fables: The Story of the Donkey and the Goat
Understanding Human Nature Through Fables: The Story of the Donkey and the Goat In every culture, fables and stories play an important role in teaching wisdom and life lessons. This particular story of a donkey and a goat is also an exception. It deliberates upon jealousy, greed, and the after effects of dishonest deeds. Let's move ahead and penetrate into this interesting narrative that explains human behavior with complexity.
By denizan Lawyerabout a year ago in Chapters
The Forgotten Inventor
The small town of Meadowridge lay within the rolling hills, silent and heavy with timber. Behind the old mansion stood a decrepit mansion blackened with mystery and enigma. Elias Grayson was its owner, an isolated inventor who had disappeared decades ago. Anyone said he had gone absolutely mad; others spoke of something extraordinary that he hid. Only a few could dare to approach it, and those who did claimed to hear loud mechanical hums when nobody else could.
By Usman Zafarabout a year ago in Chapters
Old Enough; Through the Eyes of a Stranger
After kicking off his boots Hank rubbed his calloused feet, despite them being swollen and blistered with open sores he'd come to feel comfortable enough in these parts to catch some shut eye. Perhaps here he would find some time to heal. He tossed his knapsack on the ground, then pushing through dried thicket with one gloved hand, he settled in a shady spot. He was hungry enough to catch a mouse; his mind wandered to the little girl May and her popping by this very place several times with a piece of bread or an apple. He hated himself for wishing her there just cause his stomach ached, he knew darned well kids like her should not be wandering about on their own near the edges of train tracks, much less familiarizing themselves with the likes of homeless, jobless and down on their luck men like himself. He knew he could be trustworthy, however God knows that most train jumpers aren't.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)about a year ago in Chapters
