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Who Is Chasing Who?

I’ve always been chasing after life. Or maybe it’s been chasing me. From childhood, it was always about the next step. Finish school—so I did. Then came university—so I went. Then came the job search—so I pursued it. Each milestone felt like a checkpoint I had to reach, a box I had to tick. But through it all, I never stopped to ask: Is this even what I want? It’s like I was running toward a…

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Life’s Purpose Isn’t What You Think!

For as long as I can remember, I believed I had to find a purpose—some grand reason for existing. I thought life was about chasing that one thing I was meant to do, something that would define my existence. And so, I searched. I questioned. I obsessed. What is my purpose? Why am I here? But the deeper I searched, the more lost I became. The answers I found felt hollow, unsatisfying,…

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The Library Encounter

Mia hesitated, her fingers twisting the edge of her sleeve as she took a breath. The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the bedside lamp. Sam sat across from her, waiting, the golden mark on her palm pulsing with a gentle warmth, as if it, too, anticipated what was about to be revealed. “I have a secret too,” Mia finally said. “I have a gift for languages. All of them.” Sam frowned.…

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What Makes Us, Us?

What is “us”? What is “me”? What makes me, me? And you, you? Is it our personality? But what is that, really? A collection of traits, preferences, habits? A predictable pattern of reactions? A set of choices we tend to make? If so, then where do those come from? Are we shaped by our memories? The experiences that etch themselves into our minds, changing us bit by bit? But if we lose those…

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The Truth Exposed

A knock at the door startled her. She stiffened, her hand instinctively clenching into a fist, concealing the mark. The pulsing warmth remained, a quiet reminder of what had changed. “Sam?” It was Mia’s voice. “You okay?” Sam hesitated. The instinct to say I’m fine was automatic. Familiar. But the second she thought it, the mark burned—a silent protest against the lie. Before she could stop…

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Writing: A Gift or a Curse?

How incredible is it, this ability to write our feelings, to shape our thoughts into words that can touch the hearts of those who read them—or perhaps leave them untouched? The act of writing, as I have recently discovered, is both freeing and liberating, a release from the burdens of doubt, anxiety, depression, fear, or even just boredom. Yes, I have attempted to journal multiple times—using…

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Unwanted Honesty

The ember mark on Sam’s palm pulsed again—not just with warmth, but with something deeper. A signal. A command. It wasn’t just responding to her thoughts anymore. It was acting before she did. Sam swallowed, trying to push down the tightness in her chest. The reflection in the mirror stared back at her, eyes flickering with something unnatural. The ember-like glow at the edges of her hair had…

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War, Words, and the Weight of Silence

Fight! Fight! Fight!!! How sad it is to grow up in a world full of conflict—wars breaking out, politics turning ugly, and social media fueling division and anger. Countries fight, people suffer, and economies struggle. For what? Power? Resources? Control? Different beliefs clash with no room for understanding, making the world feel more divided than ever. For the first time, I drove with…

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From Lessons to Laughingstock

Mistakes are an essential part of growth, yet somewhere along the way, they became something to fear rather than to learn from. Children naturally make mistakes because that’s how they discover the world. They fall before they walk. They mispronounce words before they learn to speak fluently. They try, fail, and try again. But as they grow older, mistakes are no longer just lessons—they become…

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The Return, But Changed

Sam awoke with a gasp. The heat was gone. The fire, the Ember Guardian, the Burning Door—all of it vanished in an instant. She sat upright, her breath uneven. Her body was cold, as if the flames had never touched her, but—no. That wasn’t right. There was something. She flexed her fingers. They tingled. A faint warmth pulsed beneath her skin, as if embers still burned inside her. The room…

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The Fight Against Oblivion?

From the earliest cave paintings to the vast libraries of today, humans have always sought to record their existence. We carve our stories into stone, write them in sacred texts, document them in books, and now, we archive them digitally across the internet. But why? What is it that drives us to preserve history? Is it simply to inform future generations, or is there something deeper—an innate…

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The Crimson Flame

Heat swirled in the air, pressing against Sam’s skin like a warning. The ground beneath her feet was charred black, cracked with glowing veins of molten gold that pulsed like a heartbeat. The sky churned, a never-ending inferno of shifting fire, stretching endlessly above her. Then, the earth trembled. From the distance, the flames surged and coiled together, forming something…

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Love, Law, and Legacy: The Journey of Marriage Through Time

Lately, I’ve found myself reflecting on the concept of marriage. Not on the endless debates about who should marry whom, but on the more fundamental questions: What is marriage? Where did it come from? And, perhaps most importantly, does it still hold meaning in our modern world? As I sifted through history, religion, and modern legalities, I discovered that the idea of marriage is anything but…

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Where the Words Lead

The golden glow clung to the air, thick and weightless, as if the light itself had substance. Sam stood amidst the strange trees, their forms twisting like ink bleeding through ancient parchment, their branches fanning out into delicate, feathered wisps. Everything around her felt unreal—dreamlike yet solid beneath her feet. At the center of it all, the feathered pen stood upright, embedded into…

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The Book of Gold

The book felt ancient in Sam’s hands. Its leather cover was cracked and chipped at the edges, as though it had been passed through countless generations. The pages, brittle and yellowed with age, gave off a faint scent of dust and time. She opened it carefully, the weight of it strange, almost alive, as if it were waiting for her. The words on the first page seemed to swim before her eyes,…

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Where Is My Voice?

Imagine for a moment that you have no voice. Not just the inability to speak, but no sound at all. You try to say something, but the air remains silent. You feel anger swelling inside you, but when you scream, no sound emerges. You see a child darting toward the street, and you desperately yell to warn their parents—but the silence swallows your words before they even form. How would you live…

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Ugly or Beautiful?

What defines beauty? Who decided the standards, and why do they even exist? I found myself pondering this while standing in line at the mall, waiting for a customer service representative to assist me. The wait gave me time to observe, and my focus settled on her hands. She appeared to be of Indian descent, with intricate lines and faint wrinkles etched into her fingers and knuckles—an undeniable…