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BLUE BYTES (GENESIS) CHAPTER 2: HOTSHOT

A NEW CHAPTER BEGINS FOR US WHERE DOES THE STORY LEAD US NOW? ANTICIPATE 😉

I wish, i were a child Again!

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Never judge someone's life. Every human being in the world has a story.

_A_24-year-old #boy_looked out of the train window and shouted, Dad! Look at the trees going backwards. Suddenly he said again: Dad, look at the clouds moving with us. A young couple sitting next to him saw the boy's childish behavior and asked the boy's father, "Why don't you take your son to a good doctor?" The boy's father said, "We are returning from the hospital today." My son was blind from birth, he got his es back today. Never judge someone's life. Every human being in the world has a story.

We are the Children of one Father, let peace be upon us.

Childhood photos

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Dark World

It's dark. When you don't know where you are or how you've come to be there, even the simplest things can be supremely frightening. So it was that when Walter awoke, his consciousness was confused and hazy, and the thing that he fixed on was the darkness. a darkness so thick and oppressive that it could've been a blanket—perhaps it was, for all that the disoriented boy knew. A quick rustle around his immediate area made it clear that no, he was not bound or covered by anything in particular—it w

The Spotty Knife

Bob Jones looked at the spotty knife in his hands and felt delighted. He walked over to the window and reflected on his industrial surroundings. He had always loved dull Upper Boggington with its pong, petite parks. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel delighted. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Maureen Cockle. Maureen was a hilarious banker with skinny thighs and moist legs. Bob gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a graci

HEARTBREAKS WITH AGE

Tell me you've not been hurt before and I'll have hope in humanity! The older we get the more vulnerable we become because we think our experiences have made us handle relationships better...the past made us stronger...deceits more clear...forgiveness more obvious....the uncertainities predictable....our love certainly decisional and mostly WE BECOME LIBERAL. As I sit right here almost 2am in the night Kenyan time I am filled with tears. Because aging has not protected my heart from being broken. Dating and experience has not made me immune to emotions. Compromise has not provided me with my soulmate. Tears run down my cheeks because I am no longer a child but a mature lady crushed in my vulnerabilities. Love has no school, heartbreaks have no degrees. The older I get the more I fear to love unconditionally and whole heartedly and miss out on true happiness. I am still crying because the world cannot save me from myself and I cannot tell who to give these broken pieces anew.

The Westerners (2)

This is the second part to the story “The Westerners”. A story about the travails of 2 African princes in the Primitive era.

Children

It is very natural image

My city never disappoints

Urban city scene of happy motorcycle riders

Happy moments of child life.

Princess

During enjoy 😉

King 👑

The old kings art

Radha Krishna

Radha Krishna is the symbols of piece and goodness

Story "The Secret Kingdom of Fairies: A Story of Trust and Belonging"

Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Lily who lived in a small village surrounded by a vast and mysterious forest. Despite her love for the forest, she had always felt like there was something missing in her life. One day, while exploring the forest, she stumbled upon a hidden path that led her to a secret kingdom of fairies. The fairies were amazed to see a human in their kingdom and welcomed Lily with open arms. She soon learned that the fairies were facing a great danger, and their

Jack and the american flag

Jack and the Flag of Stars In a land where dreams took flight, Lived a boy named Jack, so bright. Curious eyes and heart so big, He set off on a flag-themed gig. One sunny day, he skipped to school, To learn about a flag so cool. With colors bold and stars so grand, Jack held the flag in his small hand. "Teacher, tell me," Jack did ask, "Why is our flag such a cherished task?" Teacher smiled and began to say, "Jack, let's learn about the U.S. of A." "See the stars up high, so bright? They repres

Oliver's Fantasy

Oliver, a poor boy, dreams of becoming rich by wishing upon shooting stars. When the wealthy Lord Reginald falls ill without an heir, Oliver is surprisingly named the heir, turning his dream into reality.

Thirsty Crow

" THIRSTY CROW" Once Upon a time , there was a crow. He was very thirsty. He flew here and there in search of water , but he couldn't find it. At last he reached a garden. He saw a pot there. There was a little water in it.And his beak couldn't touch it. He thought of a plan. He collected some stones nearby the pot. He put them one by one into the pot. The water rose up . He drank water and flew away happily. Moral Necessity is the mother of invention.