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I love specific goals.
By: Merabaid Kaur
Tags: Creative Writing, Creativity, Writing Life, Writing, Work

I love specific goals. Congrats on your success and doubling that. I used to do content marketing and when I did I made the 2nd most consistent high paying months in my life, but I’ve always done it part time. I can’t have as many baskets as you but I have some plans for returning to content writing because with a new baby teaching doesn’t work for me the way it used to. In addition to that I just discovered that I can write a good book in a short period of time so without experimenting and trying I wouldn’t know. But also now I feel very empowered about making that a part of my plan. Here’s my take on experimenting. https://medium.com/me/stats/post/13705d8ddb82
I’m so glad you wrote this.
By: Ranjani Rao
Tags: Writing Life, Social Media Marketing, Social Media

I’m so glad you wrote this. We seem to be kindred souls. Fearing the same beast but also facing our fears for the right reasons.

Here’s my take on my social media adventure – https://link.medium.com/guerKK0xlcb
Good summary of all the things that can get in the way of a writing project.
By: Ranjani Rao
Tags: Books And Authors, Writing Tips, Writing Life

Good summary of all the things that can get in the way of a writing project. I’m in the process of writing my book while working on Covid research. Life and work definitely gets in the way. But I wrote in the morning. And have learnt to forgive myself for the days I don’t.
The Quiet Poems
By: Priyanka Srivastava
Tags: Writing Life, Writers On Writing, Blue Insights, Writing, Poetry

Photo by Tom Morel on Unsplash

The Quiet Poems

i like quiet poems,

poems which make no noise

but are still fragrant.

poems which are wrapped

with old memories and are

lost in the library.

poems which are waiting

to be rescued by the poet’s pen.
It was dark. It had been ever since I was found, the bandages that covered my eyes were like a blanket that sheltered me from the visual horrors that this polluted world has to offer. But I could…
By: Golden Cheshire
Tags: Stories, Inspiration, Starter

Dystopian story starter

It was dark. It had been ever since I was found, the bandages that covered my eyes were like a blanket that sheltered me from the visual horrors that this polluted world has to offer. But I could still hear, sometimes it’s worse not knowing where the screams are from. Until they were silenced. We all have to be silenced in the end. If naturally or by the toxic algae . The only thing that comforted me was remembering my mother teaching me to surf. When you fall off, swim towards the light.

I have no light any more.

- Golden Cheshire (story starters, please give credit but have fun using it!)
RED MOON (Chapter 2)
By: Benadine Nonye
Tags: Stories

By Elizabeth Kelly



CHAPTER TWO



“What on the gods’ earth were you thinking, Tristan?” Marshall frowned at him as he clucked loudly to the horses. The wagon started with a jolt and Marshall slapped the reins gently on the horses’ backs, encouraging them to move faster. They pulled onto the dusty road, the wagon creaking and groaning as they drove toward their camp.



“What do you mean?” Tristan asked.



“The Red? Are you deliberately trying to curse us?”



“That’s nothing more than an old wives’ tale, Marshall,” Tristan scoffed derisively.



“I didn’t know you spooked so easily.”



“I don’t,” he protested hotly. “But it’s bad enough you’re bringing more humans into the household.



Did you have to bring a Red as well?”



Tristan rolled his eyes. “Afraid she’ll cast a spell on you?”



“You laugh,but my mother used to tell me tales of the witches when I was still a small pup. Terrible tales they were. Women with flaming red hair, chanting and casting spells as they danced naked around their fires. Humans and paranormals alike have been destroyed by them, Tristan.”



Tristan snorted with disdain. “You sound like a dithering old woman,Marshall.Tales of the witches are a human thing.”



“You forget my mother was human.”



“I haven’t forgotten. Human blood runs within your veins,and yet you seem to loathe them.”



Marshall refused to answer, staring forward moodily as Tristan glanced behind him at the back of the wagon. Sophia had insisted on joining Avery and Maya
Sekolah 6 tahun, Pindahnya 5 Kali
By: Azzahra Felicia Adella
Tags: Schools, Stories, Bahasa Indonesia, Life, Experience

Have an interest in art, writing, traveling and people's story
Reading autobiographies we get to learn about the subjects’ almost entire lifetime, in just a few…
By: Mahesh Shroff
Tags: Medium, Stories, Writing, Pulitzer

Reading autobiographies we get to learn about the subjects’ almost entire lifetime, in just a few sittings taken to complete the reading.

And your story provided the nectar oozed off, not 1 but 10 Pulitzer Writers’ -sort of a black-hole I discovered on Writers Milky Way, which I would like naming : Linda’sWriteMessier.

Witness my beehive:

Author’s Noting on Story

Thanks and keep oozing.. bees shall keep buzzing for more..
Baba Yaga: 5 Strange Facts About Her From Russian Folklore
By: Victoria A. Fraser
Tags: Books, History, Mythology, Stories, Folklore

Her House Stands on Chicken Legs

This seems to be standard across the different fairy tales. In fact, I’d argue it’s Baba Yaga’s most iconic trait. Her hut is described as being a house on chicken legs with a rooster head coming out of the top. It’s hilariously cartoonish even though she’s often an evil character (or at least ambiguous in her morals). Talk about a strange foundation for your home.

She’s involved in Political Satire

In an old image, we see Baba Yaga riding a pig and charging towards a crocodile. Some believe this was a political cartoon because Peter the Great was referred to as “the Crocodile” at the time. Since Baba Yaga was a ubiquitous character at the time, it’s not surprising she was used as a way to further political messages as well as scare children in fairy tales.

She Will Count Your Spoons

In the story called “Baba Yaga and the Brave Youth”, she likes to count the spoons in your house. When she comes inside, you better just let her count your cutlery or she’ll abduct you as happens in that story. It’s a weird trait by far and it doesn’t appear in many stories.

This is fairly reminiscent of vampire myths as well. One way to stop vampires from chasing you is to throw rice because they will be distracted by the need to count each grain of rice. This could be a very old tradition from various stories that may have jumped from one myth to another, but that’s just my speculation.

She Will Probably Eat You

Nothing like a little bit of cannibalism to scare your children before bed. If Baba Yaga doesn’t like you, she might just make you into a soup. Many different heroes have nearly been chopped up and tossed into a pot in her kitchen. Her stories are very similar to those collected and told by the Brothers’ Grimm in Germany.

Baba Yaga Can Shapeshift

Most of the time, Baba Yaga is portrayed as a supernatural being. Sometimes, she is also depicted as three sisters. She seems to be a manifestation of mother nature in some stories and even takes on the shape of winter storms, snakes, birds, and plenty more. This reinforces that she is a powerful supernatural being as many witches tend to be.
Two Lovely Tips to Help You Write Cooler, Impressive and Creative Villains- Writing Fantastic Characters That Your Characters Can Relate To
By: Angel Sam
Tags: Stories, Writing Tips, Writing, Tips

Don’t make him/her an idiot or give too many weaknesses

People love their heroes too much- so much that they make the villain pathetic and stupid.

Remember, if a villain was stupid, he/she would stand no match for the protagonist. Then what’s the point in the story? Where are the chilly moments? Where’s the thrill or peak of tension? You can’t have any of that if you write a flat-out, silly villain.

There’s no fault if you give the bad guy a weakness, but if that’s all that he is, there is no use. We have nothing to overcome, nobody to win over and no challenge.

You’ve got to let go of the respect you have for your hero, and make someone who will pose a genuine threat or challenge them. They need a challenge. Without it, your book is as well as dead.

Try to give the villain a weakness. Maybe it’s his arrogance. His pride. Family. Overthinking. Fear. Whatever it is, don’t give him too many, but not little either. Strike a neat balance between unbeatable and weakling.

Other than characteristics, you can set other details like his/her weakness. It can be feats, words or connections. In short, their Kryptonite.

A notable example is in Rick Riordan’s Percy Jackson series, where we meet Kronos, the Titan of time. He is trapped/inhabiting the body of one of Percy’s former friends, and wants revenge on Olympus and the gods for killing him.

He is incredibly strong, and almost unbeatable- except there is one part in his entire body that if hurt, can kill him. Like Achilles heel. And this is a big weakness- except that part is covered in armour.

This is not a characteristic, but physical weakness. You can give your villains these kinds of limitations, but make sure those aren’t too obvious and cannot be defeated too easily.

Terrible villains exist- but ones that are overly stupid and have no sense are considered cliche and do nothing to drive the plot forward or make the reader feel nothing but disgust.

All antagonists don’t have to be masterminded. But they need to be clever enough to stand a chance against a hero.
Story — Frog Group. A gathering of frogs was experiencing…
By: Images King
Tags: Motivation, Motivational, Photography, Storytelling, Stories

A gathering of frogs was experiencing the way of the timberland. Unexpectedly two frogs fell into a profound pit. At the point when different frogs saw that the opening is too profound, all the frogs remaining above yelled, ‘You both can’t escape this pit, the pit is extremely profound, you both surrender would like to receive in return.

Those two frogs likely didn’t tune in to the frogs remaining above and they kept on leaping to escape the pit. The frogs remaining external continued saying ‘Both of you are working to no end, you should surrender, both of you should surrender. You can’t leave

One of the two frogs that fell into the pit, the frog caught the frogs standing higher up, and, leaving the bounce, he plunked down in a corner frustrated. The subsequent frog continued difficult, he continued hopping as much as possible.

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All the frogs remaining outside were continually saying that you should surrender, however that frog probably won’t have the option to hear them out and continued bouncing and after a ton of endeavors he came out. Different frogs stated, “Did you not hear us out?”

The frog called attention to that he was unable to hear them out on the grounds that he was hard of hearing and couldn’t hear, so he was unable to tune in to anybody. He was believing that everybody is empowering him.

Learn from the story

1. At whatever point we talk, they influence individuals, so consistently talk emphatically.

2. Whatever individuals state, you have total confidence in yourself and think emphatically.

3. We get achievement simply by difficult work, certainty, and positive reasoning.

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Overnight Millionaire — Wesley Billion Dollar Virgin
Tags: The Overnight Millionaire, Story, Story Of Millionaire, Rich, Storytelling

Who is Wesley Virgin?

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by VISHAL KUMAR on September 04

According to the article on Forbes.com, Wesley Virgin is a self-made multi-millionaire, and he himself calls Wesley Billion Dollar Virgin. He is a successful entrepreneur and a wealth coach who is helping people getting success in their respective field. He also has his well-known product called Fat Diminisher.

Wesley Virgin’s products are available on Digistore24. He will guide you to have the right and positive mental attitude and teaches you everything giving practical tips.

To get the financial success, Wesley Virgin learned from different gurus, which didn’t work. Then he discovered hidden ’self-mind-control’ mind-hack secret technique, which made him a billionaire.

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The Waves are Waiting for Me
Tags: The Wave, Sacred Feminine, Prompt, Stories, Spirituality

THE WAVE: PROMPT

The Waves are Waiting for Me

Which is good because I don’t know how to surf but now I learned how to make a kicker — even the smallest things are creating energy shifts Marcus Follow Dec 26, 2020 · 1 min read

Photo by Pedro Lastra on Unsplash

Life is pure unadulterated joy these past several days. To what do I attribute it? I am rolling in a positive feedback loop!! What was the catalyst?🤷‍♂️

I’ve been pondering on that question for the last several minutes and the answer surprises me but the energy shifts I’m experiencing at these very moments confirm it. I believe in Tarot; I believe in Astrology; I do not buy into this 5D Earth opportunity-for-charlatans-to-make-buck-crud; I can affirm without a shadow of a doubt that there is no such thing as twin-flames (God told me); why all that lead-in? The dramatic effect of course. I had been laying the groundwork for weeks but the answer is…universe are you shitting me — am I really going to type that the catalyst was the fucking solstice and the Saturn-Jupiter convergence in this Aquarian’s house?

And so it was that I came to believe that there is an Age of Aquarius.

Less is more. Just remember to go with the flow.
A Portrait of the IAS as a young Man.
By: Naveen Kumar Chandra
Tags: Upsc, Portait, Tales, Ias, Stories

A Portrait of the IAS as a young Man.

Something was very strange about the morning that day, I had just woken up but somehow it felt I was already up & getting ready for sometime now, like I had woken up hours ago, it was not a lazy morning. There was a clear sense of urgency in the air too, I remember I haven’t slept properly either, restless the whole time, just wanting to be on time & everything to be perfect. Still, I didn’t feel tired, somehow the excitement and nervousness had trumped everything else. It was going to be my first day at my first job & the job had not come easy.

So my first hint should’ve been the surprise in the voice of my driver when I called him & asked him to reach my home by 8:30 am in the morning. I remember him saying, “Sir, aapnake officaer aage kothaou jete hobe?” Or something on the same lines, meaning “sir, do you have to go anywhere before office?”. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that I wasn’t yet good enough with Bangla, and Bangla spoken in a typical Rural Bangla accent was even tougher that I didn’t get that he was not trying to ask but tell me.

So, I was ready & in my car at sharp 08:50, I still clearly remember the time as I had forgotten my watch which gave me a mini heart attack as I thought I’ll definitely get late. I saw the time on my phone & rushed back up to get my watch. Though the office was like 5 minutes, I still wanted to be there sharp at 9 am. As the car approached the main entrance of the collectorate (the office of the District Collector), I got my second hint. There was literally no one there, not a soul.

I have been to a collectorate before, and you can almost sense one from a mile before you actually reach there, it’s like almost the entire city is headed there was some reason. But there was no one there, not just people but no guards, no security, no one. So I ask my driver, “where is everyone?” and he replied, expecting this situation, “sir, it’s too early, no one will come for another 45–50 minutes”. I have heard about it before coming to the state, that the day starts a bit late in Bengal and so does the office, but I was expecting it to be a myth.

This whole work culture of the state, was a hot topic of discussion in the academy, once you got your cadres, rumours about every cadre would get a fresh breath of life. They were almost like part of the snow, they’d come down every year, and every year, the innocent and fresh OTs would be taken by surprise. Bengal has its own set of rumours, as a matter of fact, if there is a single state which is talked about the most, it is West Bengal.

So, I get out, open the gate and call my orderly. I am sure I caught him in his sleep. He ensures me he’ll be there in 30 minutes. I was only lucky that my chamber, for some reason, wasn’t locked. So I get there and wait. I wait for the entire office to arrive, 9 in the morning. One by one people start coming & I could sense them talking about this “weird, new officer” who had come at 9.
Homophobic House
By: Nitzy Rodriguez
Tags: LGBTQ, LGBT, Stories, Teens, Teenagers

by N.A.R.P

I lived in a small town full of culture, where diversity didn’t fit. I was a 6 year old child when I realized how homophobic people can be. Childhood is kind of a confusing stage, I did not know what was right and what wasn’t. Older generations in my family would talk about the LGBTQ community as if they were talking about demons. Sadly, I was kind of being homophobic when I laughed about all those silly jokes. When I grew up a little I was disgusted by the way they spoke to gay men and lesbian women.

I started to think of the damage they have done and how blind I was. I realized that my family is hurting people by calling them names which is pretty much the same I went through in school, “bullying”.

I felt terrible when I continued to hear how my family members called a young man “butterfly” as he walk towards home. I didn’t laugh, not anymore, I was mad at the fact that I know the bullies and these bullies are my family.

School was no different, my classmate would bully lesbians as much as they could. They knew who the lesbian in the classroom was so they planned what to do with her after class. It was kind of traumatizing having to tell my cousins about it so that they did something but well, they didn’t care.

My little boy cousin grabbed my aunt’s makeup and he started to put the lipstick on his tiny lips when I hear my grandma shout “ Are you a woman?, don’t you have balls?”

I was feeling sad, at the fact that they knew very little and that me at a young age knew more than them. I knew that there is nothing wrong with wearing a skirt or using makeup but to them, if you were a boy then you are turning into a disgrace for the family. To me, all of this sounds absurd. I never felt free to express myself, all I did was to hear them speak and keep quiet. Many people in town had to leave because of that fact. I felt better when I heard that they became transexual, gay and lesbian and that they were living their best lives. They deserve that, we all deserve to be free and happy.

It is way too sad when a woman doesn’t support her children, they seem like toxic men bringing up their toxic masculinity. I was tired enough when I confronted them and I told them how stupid I thought they were. However, they all just ignored me and said that I was too young to know. Some of us have been there, not because we are part of the LGBTQ community but because we are the ones supporting the movement.

My house was the heart of homophobia, sexism and much more.
Story — eagle and chicken. There was a banyan tree in the…
By: Images King
Tags: Motivation, Motivational, Photography, Storytelling, Stories

There was a banyan tree in the woodland. A bird lived in a home on the tree where he laid eggs. A wild hen had laid eggs under a similar tree. One the very beginning of the eggs of that bird dropped down and got into the eggs of the chicken.

Time slipped by and the hawk kid emerged from that egg and he grew up reasoning that he is a chicken. He grew up with the henna’s banky youngsters. He does likewise things that a hen does. He mumbled like a chicken, burrowing the ground and gulping the grain, and he could fly as high as a chicken.

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One day he saw a bird in the sky which was flying with extraordinary beauty. He asked his hen mother what is the name of the fledgling that is flying so high. The hen answered he is a bird. At that point, the hawk kid inquired as to why I was unable to fly so high. He said you can’t fly so high since you are a chicken. He complied with the chicken and kicked the bucket one day while living the chicken.

Learn from the story

Whatever we think or have a go at something new, others stop us by saying that you can’t do this, it can’t occur and we alter our perspective reasoning that I truly can’t do this and surrender Let’s take it.

The primary purpose behind this is the absence of trust in yourself, absence of trust in your forces, absence of trust in your work. Companions, what individuals state, let individuals state they must state, trust in yourself, recognize yourself. Companions, regardless of whether triumph is sure, defeatists likewise battle, bold they are called, who make certain to lose, yet don’t leave the field!

Final Word

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Story — Bright Blue Stone Price. Entirely educated sadhu Maharaj had…
By: Images King
Tags: Motivational, Stories, Storytelling, Motivation

Entirely educated sadhu Maharaj had gone to a city, many lowered, miserable and upset individuals began coming to him to get his benevolence. One such miserable, helpless man came to him and said to Sadhu Maharaj, ‘I am poor in Maharaj, I have an obligation as well, I am vexed. Offer me a few courtesies’.

Sadhu Maharaj gave him a brilliant blue stone and said that this is a valuable stone, go get it as much as could be expected under the circumstances. The man left and went to a natural product merchant he knew and needed to know the estimation of the stone by indicating it.

The natural product dealer stated, ‘I think it is blue glass, the Mahatma has offered it to you, yes it looks lovely and splendid, you offer it to me, I will give you 1000 rupees.

Baffled, the man went to another colleague who was a ceramics trader. He indicated that stone to the trader as well and needed to realize its incentive to keep away from it. The vendor of utensils stated, ‘This stone is an uncommon diamond, I will give you 10,000 rupees for it. The man began feeling that its cost would be significantly higher and he began thinking from that point.

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The man currently demonstrated this stone to a goldsmith, the goldsmith saw that stone cautiously and said that it is truly important, I will give you Rs. 1,00,000.

The man presently comprehended that it was inestimable, he thought why not show it to the jewel trader, imagining that he went to the greatest precious stone shipper in the city. At the point when that jewel trader saw that stone, he continued looking Gaya, careful demeanors began showing up all over. He applied that stone from the temple and asked, where did you bring it from. This is precious. Regardless of whether I sell my whole property, I can’t address its cost.

Learn from the story

How would we rate ourselves? Is it true that we are the ones who structure conclusions about ourselves? Your life is invaluable, nobody can purchase your life. You can do your opinion about yourself. Keep in mind the negative remarks of others.

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1. CHANGE YOUR STORY
By: Mental. Health .Collective
Tags: Story, Overthinking, Overcome, Change, Mental Health

Have you realized that “We are all telling ourselves stories each moment every day. The question is, does your story empower you or hold you back?” The stories we tell ourselves about who we are impact every aspect of our lives.

Overthinkers may tell themselves, “I’ve always been a worrier” or “I’m just naturally more anxious than everyone else.” These are stories that hold you back and can be especially hard to change if you’ve never asked yourself “Why do I overthink?”

To overcome your limiting beliefs, you need to first identify them. Then you can catch yourself when you start telling yourself these negative stories and replace them with positive ones, like “I am in charge of my emotions.” Once you change your story, you’ll change your life.
Darkness in life (#prompt)
By: Anoop Singh
Tags: Darkness, Learning, Prompt, Life, Stories

Stories, I always say to myself, we are here to make just a story, At the end of your life. And the best part of our stories going to be dark times. I learned from them the true meaning of happiness. It’s not easy during those times to face that problem but I consider myself lucky going through all the hard times, Where instead of giving up I was trying to find the way out in that situation. Even there are a lot of situations where I gave up, That’s still totally fine, There is no regret now. I tried my best if I fail that’s fine, But Now I Know that If I want to have a great story, I need to fail more for that I need to try more. I am still learning, I am still trying, I am still trying to find my goal but now with my principle so that a simple failure can’t stop me.
Gunk comes in for Christmas
Tags: Short Fiction, Short Story, Kids Stories, Childrens Stories, Stories

At the end of every year, the days get shorter and the weather turns gray. People rush about, shopping for gifts and foodstuff.

When the holidays arrive, the larder is full, all the gifts have been wrapped, the days are at their shortest, and expectations are high.

Every year, joining in with the seasonal spirit, I decorate the inside of my house was with lots of lights, tinsel, baubles, doodads, and gimcracks. I have boxes of the stuff packed into the attic. Just getting everything downstairs, opened up, and sorted out is no mean task. This year, I even had a real coniferous evergreen (or Christmas tree), much to the chagrin of my cat, as his favorite cushion was moved aside to fit the tree into the living room.

That evening, I sat in my comfortable chair, enjoying the coziness of it all. It had taken me two days to set up the tree and put up all the decorations, but it was worth the effort.

After turning off all the lights, I headed for bed and slept, dreaming of blinking snowmen and flashy colored reindeer.
🎄 Christmas Night 🎄
Tags: Story, Love, Life, Christmas

🎄 Christmas Night 🎄

🎄 Christmas Night 🎄

The lights were out, inside my house. I couldn't sleep, I couldn’t dream. I was too excited for the special day ahead of me, I was too excited to wait, I just wanted to see. I just was to see, the decorated tree, with the presents underneath. That's when I felt it, when I felt the glow. The glow showed me everything I should know. Christmas is not about the gifts we receive underneath the tree, Christmas is about me being with you and you being with me. Christmas is about being with your family. Christmas is about being with your friends. But most of all, Christmas is about knowing that the love we get from God will never end.
If you lived in Scandinavia and had been exposed to Bengtsson’s “Red Orm” you’d know all about…
By: Bob Koure
Tags: Stories, Education, Facts, Life, History

Did the Scandinavians already have commercial relations with Islamic countries between the 9th and 10th centuries AD? Practically an impossible hypothesis for the time, but it would explain the discovery of this ancient jewel.

If you lived in Scandinavia and had been exposed to Bengtsson’s “Red Orm” you’d know all about contact between Scandinavia and the rest of the world (including the Eastern Roman Empire, AKA Byzantium)and you’d find this artifact unsurprising. I understand the book is part of the curricula in Denmark, so it is taught in some schools.

I ran across an English translation of it (titled “The Long Ships”) in High School. It’s a cracking good adventure tale. No need to be interested in history to enjoy it — but you may find it develops your interest. It certainly did for me.

Yes, Red Orm was written not so long ago, but it was based both on research and on Snorri Sturluson’s Heimskringla, written in the 1200s, which, like the works of ‘Homer’ are written compilations of verbal traditions, some of which might date back to people recounting what they saw in-person, or got directly from someone who had. (same deal as with ‘Homer’ and the Trojan war)
The short story of Alibaba and 40 thieves in English
Tags: Story, Movies, Film, Storytelling, Tale

What is the story of Alibaba and the forty thieves?

Many years ago, a carpet merchant lived in a city in Persia. His 2 sons were Qasim and Alibaba. His business was going well but he died after some time after which the elder son Qasim, who was a greedy man, took over all the business and drove Alibaba home.

After which Alibaba and her wife moved to another place and started living in poverty. Alibaba used to cut wood in the forest and take care of his wife and children.

All this was going on that one day as Alibaba was cutting wood in the forest, he saw 40 horsemen passing through the forest, he was hiding behind a tree and watching it.

Alibaba was very surprised to see all this. He was looking at that mountain for some time like that secret door opened again and forty thieves came out of it and went away, after which the door was closed again.

Alibaba wished to know a lot about what was inside that door. He went to that mountain to learn this and the chieftain of the thieves spoke the words, “Khul Ja Sim Sim”, after that said the door opened again, and went inside the Alibaba cave.

Inside the cave, Alibaba saw that there was a lot of gold, silver, diamonds, gems, and gold coins in the cave. He became very happy to see all this. He understood that all thieves hide their theft and loot in the cave of that hill.

He filled some gold coins in a bundle and came out of that cave. He told all this thing to his wife and showed the coins.

Which made his wife very happy. Alibaba asked his wife to bring the scales to his elder brother Qasim’s house to count the gold coins and said not to tell anyone about it.

Alibaba’s wife then went to Qasim’s house and asked her wife to weigh the scales. Qasim’s wife was a very loving woman.

He suspected that such poor people came to these poor places, then he applied a little glue under the scales and gave it to him. At night, Alibaba and her wife broke the gold coins and in the morning returned the scales to Qasim’s wife.

When Qasim’s wife looked back at the scales, she found a gold coin affixed to it. She told this to her husband. Hearing this, Qasim went to his brother Alibaba and showed sympathy to him by showing sympathy to him. Alibaba told him the whole world with the words “Khul Ja Sim Sim” to open the door.

Qasim, knowing all this, took some mule with him and went to the same hill. He said “Khul Ja Sim Sim” and the door opened, after which he went inside it. He went inside and saw a lot of treasure and filled it up, but as soon as he started speaking that word to get out of that cave, he forgot this word.

Due to which he was locked in that cave and after some time, 40 thieves came and opened the door and came inside. When he came to know that he had come to take his treasure, he killed him and left his corpse……Continue here
Kiss and Cry — Part 1 (Chapter 2)
By: Benadine Nonye
Tags: Stories

By Meadow Murphy



Chapter (2)



(The News)



Adam puts his four way flashers on and pulls into the Emergency entrance next to the ambulance bay. A very hot looking volunteer our age or slightly older meets us there and helps me get into the wheelchair he’s pushing.



Once I settle in and perch my purse on my lap, Adam reaches for the wheelchair handles to push me into the hospital. The volunteer stops him telling him to park his car, or they will ticket him for leaving it there. Adam relinquishes the handles of the wheelchair and heads back to his car. The volunteer navigates me to the triage desk.



Adam returns to the Emergency department after parking his car. There’s only one other person in line waiting to speak to the triage nurse, but the waiting room is full. We are definitely going to be here a long time.



A potbellied nurse with curly blond hair and pudgy red lips says, “Name and health card please.”



“Dalia Middleton.” I grab the health card from my wallet and hand it to her.



“The reason for your visit today?”



“I hurt my leg while I was skating this morning.”



“Right or left?”



“Right.”



“On a scale of 1–10, what would you rate the pain? Ten being the most painful thing you’ve ever felt.”



“Nine,” I admit.



She looks unimpressed as she wraps a cuff around my arm and places an oximeter onto my finger. She takes a temperature reading as well,



“Your heart rate is up, do you feel pain right now?”



Yes, I do.”



“They will give you something for that once
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Berlanjut Kisah
Tags: Best, Story, Love

Yes or not for life
What Being A Paramedic Taught Me About Living, Dying, And What Really Matters
By: Spencer Sekulin
Tags: Life Lessons, Self Improvement, Health, Stories, Personal Growth

What Being A Paramedic Taught Me About Living, Dying, And What Really Matters

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“God gave us the gift of life; it is up to us to give ourselves the gift of living well.” — Voltaire

***Any and all sensitive and identifying details and patient information have been removed or altered with respect to privacy***

I have not stood by watching as strangers did CPR on my son. I have never had a child, let alone had the misfortune of outliving one. I have not watched a helicopter land to take my spouse to a trauma center after a terrible accident.

I have not stared at the smoldering, gnarled pretzel that ten minutes ago had been my classic sports car, wondering what would have happened had I not decided against taking my son on the drive with me today.

I have not yet grown old. I do not need help to get out of bed or change my clothes, nor must I walk around with a urinary catheter or a PICC line or a peritoneal dialysis catheter.

I have arms, legs, eyes, and have not had to manage living without them. I have never had a heart attack, or a stroke, or sepsis, or debilitating mental illness.

I have not had to help my wife gather her things before she leaves home one last time on her way to a hospice, nor have I left home knowing I am going to another place to spend my final days.

But I have been with people who have, and I have had the responsibility, the privilege, to care for them during some of the most vulnerable moments of their lives — often in the tight spaces of a moving vehicle. It is rare that I ever return from work without being humbled in some way, without learning something new, or without realizing something I, in my relatively comfortable life, have taken for granted.

If there’s one thing I have gained during my relatively short time as a paramedic, it’s a little more perspective — on living, dying, and what really matters in the end.

Life is learning, and though these are lessons I see more as reminders of what we already know more than anything new, in my experience, they’re always worth repeating.
Penggalan Cerita
Tags: Story, News, Love

Yes or not for life
Hey,
By: Dixie Pixie
Tags: Self, Stories, Random, Love

Hey,

So I decide to start writing stuff again:)

It’s kind of strange. It’s been a while honestly. I used to always just start but never finish. I don’t know. But here’s me so far. I lost my job, I am at home most of the time so I decided to start writing again but I’ve also adapted this new mentality . This kind of mentality that everyone’s so afraid of. We live in this big rock floating in space and in this world there’s expectations! Rules! It’s just so hilarious and absurd. We have rules to live ? Sorry I don’t even want to be here but N E Ways. Here I am. So while I get a job, because trust I have been applying but it’s December no one is really hiring. Back to the point I have been writing but not just regular writing?

Listen as soon as I get the hang of this kind of writing I will update you.

In the meantime. If you’re reading this. I’ll be back soon. I will try to write every day on here and just update you.

Much love

M<3
Mary’s Present to Our Future
By: Andrew Reeve
Tags: Creative Writing, Television, Old Age, Comedy, Stories

‘Join us after the break when we’ll be talking with John Crystal about his near death experience aged twenty-one that involved a supernatural meeting with his teenage great grandmother that led to a family argument resulting in John living on the streets.’

Mary Crystal sat in an old, floral, rough fabric armchair and stretched her thin legs as far as they could go. It was nearly time to take three of fifteen pills that kept her blood thin, kidneys working, and brain from dissolving. She knew her day was about to change when the television hosts told her to wait.

‘Do you struggle to bathe?’ asked a face with impossible teeth.

‘Yes,’ replied Mary.

The face cracked revealing pale foundations: ‘Do you yearn independence?’

Mary thought about the answer she wanted to give. Before she could say anything that felt relevant the face had shifted to a face smiling under a headset and microphone chatting to Mary about something she couldn’t recall.

‘Call now for a free evaluation,’ said the impossibly bright teeth taking up most of the screen. They seem friendly, thought Mary remembering her pills.

She watched a man in a safe coat talk in a loud voice telling her everything she didn’t need to hear. He looked nice. Safe. Strong. Tidy. Trustworthy.

A phone rang. Neat teeth answered precisely. Her phone rang. Was it her phone or was it that phone? Was it ringing or the broken plate grinning? The number wasn’t his. Who’s number was this, and at this time of day?

Knock knock!

Is this the commercial break when the smiling lady or guy or ladyguy or guylady arrives to do…something pills.

They give me pills.

Knock!

Mary looked at the phone number on screen. It was possible that the knocking sound came from speakers that surrounded her and not from behind the door. That wasn’t possible nowadays? And besides the teeth had gone.

Knock knock.

There is someone at the door? But it’s a Thursday and the phone number isn’t the same.

Knock knock!

‘Hello! Mary?’

Mary wasn’t expecting anyone. Her daughter was away. The dot on the calendar told her that. She held the remote and pressed the red button. A new face cracked an ivory smile. This made sense. Mary knew his face but couldn’t make sense of what he said about the weather.

Knock.

Knock knock.

‘Mary?’

This isn’t the face moving in time with low depressions from the west.

Knock knock.

‘Who’s there?’ said Mary.

‘Doctor Hugh.’

‘Doctor who?’

‘Doctor Hugh,’ clunked the voice behind the door.

‘Doctor Hugh?’ the brittle voice snapped from a seat of no sense.

‘Yes,’ said Doctor Hugh concerned.

Mary chuckled into permanent silence.
Your Signal. The Genie. And Your Beliefs
By: Rehman Cee
Tags: Beliefs, The Signal, Deeply Held Opinions, Stories, Achievement

The human being is extraordinary. Amazing. A Genie. We are a magic making machine. It’s incredible. It ‘impossible’. Yet it’s true. Whatever the mind can conceive and believe it can achieve. This is the ‘golden rule’. We are an ‘antenna’. A ‘receiver’. A ‘transmitter’. We imbibe ‘the signal’ that is there to ‘produce’. The production signal to achieve. Yet the caveat is that not only have we to conceive and believe. But we also have to hold that thought there. That signal. We have to keep it held in the ‘antenna’, in the ‘transmitter’, in the ‘receiver’. And holding that thought. Holding that signal. Allowing the signal to remain in that ‘space’ to allow the ‘apparatus’ to achieve is the crucial thing. Is the difficult thing.

So we are genies. We are the genies in the lamp. We can do anything. ‘Our wish is our command’. But we also have to build and have that mindset that maintains that signal. The belief signal. The ‘believe’ signal. That holds that signal ‘there’. And so it is our activities. It is our work ‘off the field’ that we have to develop. Our routines and rituals and our good habits. That support us in keeping the ‘ball in the sphere’. That keeps the ‘ball in the air’. That keeps us holding our signal. Our point of attention. That keeps us holding our attention to ‘there’. It is not enough to conceive and believe to achieve. You have to conceive, and have good habits to keep your beliefs held to a space where the ‘signal’ of those beliefs can be continuously transmitted until you ‘get there’. Until you achieve. Until you are there.

Live. Love. Be.

Rehman

Greatness is my journey

Greatness is the key

Greatness is my signal

Greatness is who I want to be.

I want to be One.

Greatness is the Signal. The signal is My Ideal. My ideal is One.
The Myth of Persephone
By: Keira Waters
Tags: Persephone, Abuse, Change, Myths, Stories

It has been two years since that day. I still haven’t fully processed everything. So much has happened since then too. I feel like a completely different person.

I have put distance between both Hades and my mother. Both people I love deeply, but my entire life has been determined by other people, and frankly, I am tired of it.

There is still a lot of frustration and tension with Hades, I can’t be around him when he drinks because he tries to hurt me. I think deep down he hates himself and feels that no part of him will ever be truly good. So when he drinks, I don’t know. He becomes violent and aggressive.

I try to avoid him when this happens. He has gotten a lot better when he isn’t drinking though, he talks to me about his feelings. And I can recognize that he has manipulated me in many ways, but I still love him.

My mother, well I love her too. I miss her. I haven’t seen her for about four months now. She is definitely over protective, but it is nice to be protected, sometimes.

I am excited about this time and space alone that I have now. I feel less dependent on others. And although I am stuck in this situation for eternity (we are not going to think about this right now), maybe it will be something I learn to be okay with.

Hell, I am the Goddess of Spring and the Queen of the Underworld, there has to be happiness somewhere.

Photo by Guilherme Stecanella on Unsplash

There are still scars that I have to face. There are a lot of places that my body has been violated and many nights spent in pain. The transitions from one world to the next are also hard. It takes me a lot of time to readjust to each world. I have to remember how to behave and act. If in company, I have to smile and pretend that everything is okay, even when it isn’t.

Sometimes I am so lost and confused and afraid. It is paralyzing. I feel split in two.
Why I’m looking forward to 2021
By: Zoe Lexington-Sebert
Tags: 2021, Stories

2021, is currently just around the corner, and no matter what I do. I know that I will have to grow up, and be more mature, since nothing comes to you without hard work.

I’ve decided to be the best person I can be I

While the last few years have been a lot of fun fucking off, and enjoying life.

However in just a few years I’m going to be an adult, and while some adults do fuck off all day.

I have big dreams, and I’m going to work towards that

I’m going work my hardest on whatever I do.

Lately I’ve been slacking on just about everything, chores, life, school, anything you name it.

So to make up for everything I’ve slacked on, I’m going to work extra hard on everything I do, so if I decide to lose weight, I’m going to work 2x as hard on that.

Whatever it may be, I’m going to work extra on that because I want better for myself, and no one else is going to change so I can sit around all day fucking off.

I’m decided to get active, and drink more water.

While in quarantine I’ve been binging some days, and while that’s okay once in a while. A whole bag of cheese puffs isn’t okay.

I drink about half a gallon of water a day on average, so in 2021 I would like to get myself to drinking a gallon a day.

My relationship ….

So I don’t have the best relationships, but I’ve met this guy, and I’m dating him and I really, really want to get married to him. So in 2021, I’m going to work super hard on keeping that relationship.

I love him, and he knows this. So as my goal in 2021 to be a good girlfriend, I’m going to work hard on my relationship.

My savings

As I said earlier, I’m going to be an adult here in a few years, so half of whatever I earn, I’m going to put into a saving account

I figured since I’m learning to be mature I should save most of my money so when I move out I have some savings.

I don’t want to be immature with my money since I am a moneyholic (meaning I like saving money I made the word. Do you like it?)

And last but not least

My future career

So lately I’ve decided what I want to be in life, and I decided to be a lawyer.

But in order to be a lawyer, I need to get my grades up, while my grades ain’t horrible they can certainly be better.

So as my 2021 goals, I’m going to get my grades up, and take the hardest classes I can.

~Lord Smiley
My Top 10 Stories of 2020. From satire to nature to writing to…
By: Aimée Gramblin
Tags: Writing Tips, Top 10, Writing, Stories, Reading

My Top 10 Stories of 2020

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Happy almost 2021, Readers! I want to share with you my top ten articles that were most fan-boyed and fan-girled on. Along with that, I want to share some insights for you if you’re also a writer — especially on the subject of distribution.

As you read through my list, you’ll see that four of these articles were distributed while six were not. Perhaps distribution really isn’t everything? As I’ve been writing on Medium for under a year, it’ll be interesting to see how these stats change as I continue to write. I’ve heard distributed stories have more longevity. We’ll see.

It’s common advice to “niche down” on the platform. From April 2020 to December 2020, I have gained 1,649 followers. I’ve written across multiple subjects, publishing almost 350 articles to date. In this top ten, subjects vary from satire to writing to poems to lyric essay/memoir and more. This gives me hope that readers are resonating with the variety I write.

Thank you for supporting my work this year. Your claps, comments, and support have often kept my chin up during a difficult year. I appreciate you!