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For those free, this is something I prepared for my siblings :))

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Zinnirah: Long time no see everyone! I'm one of the quadruplets!
Chlorina: We all know that...
Princess Maymounah: Which quadruplets? I only know of twins! Me and my brother Mas'ud are twins!
Ziella: We know that, of course!
Adam: I don't know that...
Director Zunairah: EVERYONE QUIET DOWN AND SIT DOWN! I will introduce your kingdoms and you will introduce yourselves, okay? (my beautiful children). Starting with, the ancient kingdoms - yes for you guys it's the present but in reality it's the past.
Maymounah: How are we alive then?
Director: You don't die unless I kill ya.
Mas'ud: I see... well, we're from the Cluster of Things before the moles invasion and the great war of the underground.
Mustafa: And... our story is not even halfway complete yet... we're still stuck in the subplots...
Willow: And the main plot itself is kind of unrealistic...
Fern: So... we're gonna restart as usual and make some sense out of it! And give this kingdom a rich and beautiful past!
Director: Yes. Next is the quadruplets!
Zinnirah: I'm me.
Ziella: I'm Ziella.
Zianna aka Zucchini: I'm Zianna please.
Harianuz: I'm French.
Director: that's it?
Chlorina: AND IM THE CHOCOLATE PRINCESS FROM THE PRESENT CLUSTER OF THINGS!
Princess Wardah: What!? Really!?
Chlorina: YES!
Queen of Chocolate: That's why you disappear sometimes from the castle whenever we need you, is it?
Chlorina: We don't talk about that... hehe...
Director: Uh... next is the uh... new story: Sapphire Kingdom!
The Crown Prince: Honestly, we don't even have a main plot, but I'm supposed to work as a Crown Prince and sacrifice my sleep for it - not that I hate it but... I need my sleep, please.
Basma: I'm somehow one of the main characters, and the princess' helper. I think there was some weird subplots that led me to be a main character.
Director: they were not weird, they were wholesome, but yes... change of plans~ anyway next is the... one and only, CRYSTAL CARMELLA MY FIRST OC OMG:
Crystal: You named me when you were 10 or 11 right? That's why my name is so cringe...
Director: please don't criticize me, I still like the name thx.
Crystal: You love to put me in stories to put hope for their future don't you? When you don't know how to make your characters overcome their obstacles, you always send me as either the saviour or another obstacle... right?
Director: YES. okay everyone, you can enjoy the rest of the time with personalized food from different eras - try out new flavours or stick to familiar tast - it's all up to ya - i'll make a better version of this meal together soon, In Sha Allah!

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Day 8 - Warmth - A Dialogue - Zora Bliss

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Day 8 - Warmth - A Dialogue - Zora Bliss

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(This may or may not be an introduction to some of my just-made characters. Give me ideas for the 4 siblings! Oh and yes Quadra Z by Zunairah inspired these characters and plots)

“And the debate of the day begins. Topic - Ultimate way to gain warmth. I quite find this topic interesting to be discussed in summer,but if that floats your boat,why should I be the glacier to stop it. Woah. Did I just add onto a quote? Nice. Anyway, back to announcing the triplet’s arguments *ahem* I mean civil discussions. Xera takes an early lead with sweaters. Yans follows with a cup of hot cocoa. Not far behind is Wang with blankets. It’s tight folks. Who will win this thing and be owed the other’s cookies?”

“You done Zora?”

“For now. You got lucky the cookies are done baking.”

“Totally. *whispers* I still win you two. Better get those cookies ready!*

“Not happening”

“No way Xera”

“Boi I’m glad I don’t participate in these fierce conversations. Cookies cannot be given up — especially not double chocolate chip”

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Day 7 - Fragrance described as a place - A Riddle - Zora Bliss

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Day 7 - Fragrance described as a place - A Riddle - Zora Bliss

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The smell of roses,lilies, and tulips all mixed into one. The sounds of liquid running into the walls of glass. The light as it falls over and creates a beautiful reflection along the surface of water. Being in this all day - ahh. Heaven.

Narrator - Until you suffocate and die from lack of air, small size or choking by the strong smell that is. But except that, yes. Bliss. Guess what I’m describing! (Hint: Anything can be a place if you can imagine yourself inside it.)

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Day 6 - Monochrome/Infinite Choices - A Poem - Zora Bliss

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Day 6 - Monochrome/Infinite Choices - A Poem - Zora Bliss

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Monochrome, one color or two?

Oh and which shades should I choose?

Should it be simple? No.

Over-the-top won’t fit either though.

Oh gosh. So much to choose.

Nothing but my mind to lose..

With the infinity of options at my disposal,

I shall be creating forever-that is my proposal.

Yay I can’t wait!

Though better finish this dress before it’s too late!

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Day 5 - Begin and end with “It all started with a cup of coffee” - A Short Story - Zora Bliss

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Day 5 - Begin and end with “It all started with a cup of coffee” - A Short Story - Zora Bliss

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(I'm back! For now anyway lol) (Also, someone help me with the ending. It doesn't feel right)

“It all started with a cup of coffee.” I made one for my husband when we first got married. I was a tea person and couldn’t stand the bitter taste of coffee but he was a fanatic of the “sensational” taste. On our first morning as a happily wedded couple, I thought I would surprise him with bed and breakfast as was our tradition years ago. As I set the tray, I contemplated the thought of making coffee or tea. I decided on coffee. I made my first cup, meticulously placed it on the decorative ceramic tray and walked into our bedroom as my husband made love eyes at me. I smiled at him and placed the tray down. He took a sip and was teleported to cloud nine. “Earth to Roger. Hello? Is it that bad you stare at me like that??” I asked as my smile faded away. He snapped back and replied, “It’s as good as you.” “Now you compare me to coffee” I joked while my heart felt full with content. “I’m glad. I was worried about the coffee so much,considering my…peculiar..background with it…” I said wondering how he liked the coffee more than any other he had tried. From that day onwards, it became a tradition for him to make me tea and me,him coffee. We loved each other’s creations to the moon and back. Years later, deep into our “make this basic thing, extraordinary every week” routine, he suggested I sell my coffee. I was still not the hugest fan of the concoction but seeing him have the hope that I would please everyone, I told him I would give it a try. I scoured across cafe’s that would let me try out my recipes there and landed one a block away from home. I picked up the job as barista and accidentally made best-selling coffee — several times. Social media picked that up and I went viral. I still make my husband coffee and I may have fallen in love with coffee, but tea is still my favorite. Oh well. I’ll get there some day. And it will always have started — with a cup of coffee.” she narrated in an pretend interview about coffee by her daughter.

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I was a trainee at the café in my neighborhood - The Cloud Café. My first customer, was quite alright - she was a highschooler, up early to go to school. Most of my customers were highschoolers, teachers, and sometimes office workers who live in my neighborhood. The office building is quite far from here, so they arrive early in the morning for their daily dose of coffee then travel to work.

On a windy day, the weather suddenly dropped and it rained heavily while the sun peeked at us from behind the deep gray rainclouds. The café was rather crowded, as it was warm and cozy. I made more than twenty coffee blends and mojitos that day! I remembered every one of the drinks I made for every one of the customers. There was a family of three, a family of five, three to four couples, and the rest were alone at the tables or groups of co-workers.

Since that day, a little girl frequented the café, and earned the title of "regular" while I was a trainee. I was working in the café she was a highschooler. I loved my job, so I stayed for a few more years - and I saw her grow before my eyes - it was a wondrous sight.

She was just like a little sister to me, and I loved her like how I would love my little sister. She looked up to me and wanted to be just like me when she grew up. Time had passed and I had to move away to settle down on my own, so I went out of city and found a great home and job - and started a family there. It had been years since I had seen that little girl, and made her an iced mocha with whipped cream.

Destiny had it for us to cross paths again as I went back to my old neighborhood to visit my parents. I went to the café - that had another name and another style now - The Forest Café - and saw that the little girl was now a barista. I was so glad to see her smiling and happy to be where she wanted to be, and according to her, I was the first customer she served as a full-time barista.

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not cold but hot,
not hot but cooler,
such is warmth,
slight heat,

you can feel it,
in a loving hug,
or home-cooked meals,
and when you care,

its a feeling of safety,
calmness, and contentment,
happiness, love and care,
and melts away the frost.

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If you live in this mountain, you will hear the pitter patter of rain almost all the time. You will see rainwater trickling down the window, and the leaves of the trees outside.

The smell of wet mud swept away by the rain will refresh your mind and heart, as you inhale the monsoon drafts. Such is the wondrous Mountain of Rain Showers, and such a mountain is home to May, our little landlady.

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Sky City was a city that was blue from head to toe. Light blue, deep blue, blue, anything and everything was blue. The trees, the fruits, the buildings, the lights, and animals and the insects - everything was blue. Among the very blue inhabitants of Sky City, was Zarqa, a budding cook, who was strolling through the blue Sky Market.

She hopped along the market stalls, and stopped at the stall she frequents - the spices stall. Blue nutmeg, blue saffron, blue cinnamon - blue everywhere! The city was so blue, that there is actually a law that forbids any other color to ever appear in the city to protect it's blue nature.

Zarqa bought the spices she needed, and strolled ahead to see the other stalls. A blue bird flew by, and so Zarqa got sidetracked and followed it. She reached the corner of a market, where she encountered a shady stall.

"Oh hello there, young lady, perhaps some of the goods here will be of use to you?" said the shady hooded person.
"I have never seen such items before though, sir," said Zarqa, cautiously approaching the stall.
"Then maybe I should help you out with recommendation, this potion bottle is the best seller here, and I can assure you that it will bring great changes in your life," said the shady man with the dark blue hood.
"How much will it cost me?" asked Zarqa.
"Since it's your first time, I'll let you have it for free, but when in the future you become wealthy, remember me and pay me back, for if you fail to do so, I can take everything back," said the shady man.

"I will remember you," promised Zarqa, and she turned back to return home. She heard a whiff of air behind her so she turned back. The stall disappeared.

- then she mixes the potion with boiling water at home, and it changes into a strange color (red) and she picks it up in the potion bottle and drops it on her floor because she was startled by the color change.
- her house changes color
- her garden changes color
- the king comes to meet her
- the prince somehow saves her
- she is kept under close watch in the palace (so the king can supervise her every move to prevent any further color disaster and to track the shady dude)
- the prince starts to admire her
- she become princess
- 10 years pass and she has a son and a daughter
- she is wealthy and remembers the shady dude
- she takes the prince with her to that alleyway and they find the shady dude
- the shady dude asks for 70 sapphires (sapphires are royal currency)
- the prince agrees to give 30 because it's precious
- shady dude threatens to kidnap their children
- prince agrees to give 50
- shady dude agrees
- shady dude disappears
- some other people in the city disappear
- they investigate
- the people were involved in unseccessful trades with the shady dude
- the shady dude disappeared again, and could not e found
- the prince and Zarqa along with their kids head out to investigate
- they travel the whole world and live the bedouin life
- they come back unseccessful
- they hope the people return
- they rule the country with justice and put up warnings about shady dudes
- they change the rule to allow other colors into the city
- they live happily ever after

(now i want to make a novel on this)

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It all started with a cup of coffee. I smiled and he smiled, and we talked comfortably, and we loved each other truly with our whole hearts.

It was the beginning of a beautiful love story between me and my husband, beginning with a morning cup of coffee in the café we first met.

Today, I lay on the rough hospital bed, with a terminal illness that was detected too late, so now it's untreatable, and I have a few months left. My husband loves me more than ever, and is always by my side. He wrote a book, and I loved it's story. He always read it to me once, before we fell asleep.

Opening the paperback book, he reads, "It all started with a cup of coffee."

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Jameela wakes up to the call of the birds every morning, with the sun's rays slicing through the blinds into her room, slamming bright lights on her face. She reluctantly opens her eyes, subtly sitting up and rubbing off the sleep in her eyes.

The first thing she thinks about, after freshening up, is to get herself a cup of coffee before her routine library visit.

Visiting "Garden Café" everyday before the library, which is a few steps ahead, is a must. Without it, she can't move on with her day. She'd be a slumping the rest of the day.

Smiling with her eyes, she skipped gleefully to the café. As she was about to enter, she realizes that... the café was closed! It took her a few minutes to understand the horror of the reality, and she dejectedly retreaded to the library.

She sat in her corner of the library, and everyone knew that it was her place, because she was a regular there. Her best friend, Sarah, also reads with her everyday. She was running a bit late today. Jameela picked up a book all about coffee, and hoped that her daily dose of coffee would be fulfilled with it, because the only other coffee she could get was at home, and she could only have coffee at home after lunch.

Sarah enters with two drinks in her hands, and spots Jameela immediately. After exchanging greetings, they sit to talk.
"Hana from the café texted me that it would be closed temporarily for today, so I got coffee from the café next to my house," she explained.
"That café was the last thing you would ever visit in your neighborhood!" Jameela exclaimed.
"It's true that I had to close my nose and enter the place that brews the despicable coffee, but you, for some reason, love that despicable drink, so I had to get it for you," said Sarah. (It's actually more because Jameela is so cranky without coffee)

Jameela hugs Sarah and they read their books together. Sarah drinks the pink lemonade and Jameela drinks the iced vanilla latte.

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It was time to bring out the cake from the oven, after eagerly waiting for 30 minutes in front of the oven. Hana planned to gently bring out the cake pan and she even practiced for weeks, taking the tray out of the oven as gently as she could.

But things never go according to the way she wants!

As she gracefully pulled out the cake, an earthquake caused her cake to flip upside down into the plate in the table!

"My pineapple surprise special cake!" she cried. But hey, it actually looks better than before?

Her sister walked in, yawning, as she woke up from her afternoon slumber. She saw the scrumtious pineapple delicacy on the table and sprung awake.

"PINEAPPLE UPSIDE DOWN CAKE!!" she squealed.

"That's how it came to be," said Hana, in an interview xD

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Day 4 - Hates coffee x obsessed with coffee - A Story (I think?) - Zora Bliss

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Day 4 - Hates coffee x obsessed with coffee - A Story (I think?) - Zora Bliss

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(So, this is the short form of what went through my head while writing this. And yes, I got writers' block.)

“I’m going to Starbucks. You coming?”

“You know my answer. NO.”

“Should I get you anything then?”

“You know that answer too. Still NO.”

“Jeez chill. Alright! See you later.”

“Sadly..”

“I heard that.”

“You were supposed to”

She got kidnapped and died the same day. THE END.

P.S - She did get kidnapped but got saved by a stranger. They became great friends, fell in love, got married etc. etc. and they lived happily ever after. THE END.

Narrator - Nope. Nope. Let's not go down the Hollywood, Disney path shall we? How about she gets saved,never sees the person again, does the same thing for someone else, who just happens to be the stranger’s cousin. Hmm..yes. This shall do. THE END.

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It's not just about preparing drinks, it's all about customer management and increasing sales through your skills and charm. Look at the café across the street, it's deserted... despite their fanciest selection of drinks and talented chefs and baristas because their baristas don't smile, or greet regular customers, or write personal notes to their friends among the customers, or anything of that sort.

And now, look at us! The Happy Café, where everyone is warmly welcomed with smiles and sincere greetings, and you're celebrated if you become a regular!

Business tactics, I love to call it.

Until our sales dropped and the café across the street's business was booming. How did we, the most hospitable, happy, and trendy café, lose to such an ordinary daily-looking café? I refuse to believe it.

Nevertheless, we didn't let their success affect ours, so we went on with our way of handling business. Months passed... and it was all the same for us, but the café across the street, was now The Café. The "best" café in existence. Why? Why?? Oh, it's all because:

"Nice interior."

"Delicious drinks!"

"Kind and generous manager!"

"Drinks made with love! It feels more humane than Happy Café."

Excuse you all. I get that those matter as well, but do you realize what you're asking for? Fine. You asked for it. Let's see what happens to the economy of this country then.

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(I FORGOT IT WAS AUGUST)

The soft rain was flowing down the huge glass windows. I felt warm and comfortable inside the café, enjoying the serenity of the rain outside. I almost forgot how cold it could get during the rainy seasons - I was reminded of it as the café door was thrown open and a draft entered and slammed on me. I wrapped myself with my scarf, as my face was freezing.

I looked up to see who ruined the gentleness of the atmosphere I was savoring my coffee in, and realized that it was the person I was waiting for. He was dripping wet from head to toe and shivering. Despite that, he came inside and sat down.

"I'll be back in a while, I know I keep you waiting, I'm sorry," he said.
"I understand, take your time," I replied.

He was my little brother whom I reunited with a year ago, so we were just getting to know each other, after we settled in our adult lives. Our parents insisted that we become like we were 'when we were kids' but the thing is, we both grew up and barely remember the years our parents were talking about.

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Day 3 - Cake - Guess the Cake Flavor Based on the Color Palette - Zora Bliss

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Day 3 - Cake - Guess the Cake Flavor Based on the Color Palette - Zora Bliss

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Day 2 - Your Character is a Barista - An Introduction - Zora Bliss

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Day 2 - Your Character is a Barista - An Introduction - Zora Bliss

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“Cute uniforms, coffee-making all day long, cool designs ,awesome co-workers. What can be better than being a barista? Amirite sis?” exclaimed the optimistic Cassandra. Her twin Belinda was not exactly sharing the excitement. She had been a waitress before and very well knew what being a barista would entail. She got this job on the persuasion of her sister and wanted to leave before even joining but didn’t to keep Cassandra’s wish. Cassandra was a bit naive according to her sister and her parents. She hoped that the world would one day be full of peace and love but knew that day wasn’t soon. Yet she spread her joy bit by bit everyday. Belinda was a bit more straightforward and down to earth. She didn’t want the world consumed in negative emotions but she knew that’s just how it was. She accepted it as it is and knew how to handle situations-good and bad. Both twins were great friends and just slightly opposites. Their first opposite trait was working. Belinda preferred to be her own boss and didn’t want to be ordered around. Cassandra enjoyed the order that came with jobs like retail and restaurants. They lived in relatively nice-neighborhoods where money wasn’t a huge concern — only droughts were. A few months after their 21st birthday, Cassandra wanted to become a barista and convinced Belinda to join her. As her freelancing project was going nowhere, Belinda reluctantly agreed. Their 1st day soon arrived after months of training but something unexpected waited in store. That day Belinda dealt with some of her nicest customers while Cassandra had a hard time with all of them. Normally it was the opposite and Cassandra was better at customer service while Belinda did the behind-the scenes work. Around 10 minutes before closing, a customer lashed out and spilled their coffee blaming Cassandra for the mess. Cassandra cleaned it up without saying a word and quietly left while Belinda stared from the corner while cleaning some tables.

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Day 1 - Café - A Short Dialogue - Zora Bliss

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Day 1 - Café - A Short Dialogue - Zora Bliss

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“What’s your comfort space?”

“A Café. Nothing better than having a cup of coffee while reading a book on a Sunday afternoon with the sun shining perfectly over you and the grass dancing with the wind and…”

“Sorry to burst the moment, but we get it. Café’s are AMAZING. And no one can convince me otherwise.”

“No one will dare try to counter that argument, Jade.”

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Entries for the other one here In Sha Allah!

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August Writing Challenge! - OPEN TILL OCTOBER!

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August Writing Challenge! - OPEN TILL OCTOBER!

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Assalamu Alaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuhu!
Welcome to yet another writing challenge!

August gives autumn vibes, so I made something autumny I suppose hahaha. Also I'm a coffee lover so... based the prompts on coffee ☕ HEHEHE!

Anyone can participate, and you must put a pen name so I can mention your pen name if your entry is outstanding!

Excited to participate! And feel free to share with your friends who may be interested!

(we're all bored in summer, so why not get those creative juices brewing hehehe)

Jazakumullahu Khairan Katheeran! See ya in August! (You can post your entries now if you're bored and got nothing to do lol, I'll approve them later)

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Grey and White Minimalist June 2022 Monthly Calendar2

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My Favorite Flower~Dandelions - 3rd of June, 2023 (wrote on 5th of July, 2023)

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My Favorite Flower~Dandelions - 3rd of June, 2023 (wrote on 5th of July, 2023)

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As the sun set, I found myself in a field of dandelions. The golden flowers glowed in the fading light, creating a breathtaking scene. I knelt down, touched their delicate petals, and felt a sense of peace. In that moment, surrounded by nature's beauty, I couldn't help but smile and appreciate the simple joys in life.

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"Reborn: A Fresh Start from Forgotten Beginnings" - 29th of June, 2023 (wrote on 4th of July, 2023) (inspired by "Restart" by Gordon Korman.)

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"Reborn: A Fresh Start from Forgotten Beginnings" - 29th of June, 2023 (wrote on 4th of July, 2023) (inspired by "Restart" by Gordon Korman.)

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"Reborn: A Fresh Start from Forgotten Beginnings" (inspired by "Restart" by Gordon Korman.)

Once upon a time, in the quiet town of Maplewood, there was a boy named Jason. He was a regular teenager, known for his mischievous ways and his love for fun. One day, something unexpected happened that turned his life upside down.

While playing soccer with his friends, Jason took a hard fall and hit his head. When he woke up, he couldn't remember anything about himself or his past. His memory was completely gone. The doctors called it amnesia.

With no choice but to start over, Jason embraced his new life. He made new friends, joined new activities, and even gave himself a new name—Alex. As Alex, he discovered new talents and made new memories with his friends.

But deep down, he always had a feeling that something was missing. He longed to know who he really was before the accident. With the help of his new friends, Alex embarked on a journey to uncover his past.

They searched through old photos, visited familiar places, and talked to people who might know him. Piece by piece, Alex's memories started to return. He remembered his favorite sports, his love for adventure, and the friends he had before.

As his memories came back, Alex realized that he could blend his old self with the person he had become. He didn't have to choose between the two. He could be both Jason and Alex, a combination of his past and present.

With a newfound sense of identity, Alex embraced his past and looked forward to the future. He cherished the memories he had regained and cherished the friends who had supported him throughout his journey.

And so, with a renewed spirit, Alex continued to live his life, knowing that even though he had lost his memories, he had found a new sense of self.

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"When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on". - 28th of June, 2023 (wrote on 3rd of July, 2023)

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"When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on". - 28th of June, 2023 (wrote on 3rd of July, 2023)

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In a busy city, there lived a determined teenager named Bareerah. She had a strong faith and dreamed of making a positive impact as an entrepreneur, guided by the teachings of Islam.

Bareerah spent her days studying the Quran and learning about Islam. She wanted to use her talents to help others in her community.

But she faced challenges along the way. Doubts and obstacles tested her determination, and sometimes she felt like giving up. However, she remembered the advice she once heard: "When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on."

Inspired by those words, Bareerah refused to give up. She turned to her faith, seeking strength through Salah (Prayer) and guidance from Allah. She made so much dua, and knew that challenges were a part of life and that holding on was important.

Bareerah embraced every setback as an opportunity to grow. She sought advice from wise people and found support from like-minded friends who shared her vision. They encouraged each other to keep going, remembering the importance of tying a knot and hanging on during tough times.

With renewed determination, Bareerah developed a business idea that aligned with her values. She wanted to create a platform that provided Islamic educational resources for children and families, helping them deepen their connection to their Islam.

Bareerah worked tirelessly to bring her idea to life. She faced many obstacles, but she never forgot the knot she had tied at the end of her rope. It reminded her to keep going even when things were difficult.

News of Bareerah's platform spread, and it touched the lives of many families. Children learned about Islam through her resources, growing stronger in their faith. Bareerah's story inspired others, reminding them to tie a knot and hang on when they faced challenges.

In the end, Bareerah's journey showed the power of faith, determination, and resilience. By embracing the wisdom of tying a knot and hanging on, she overcame obstacles and made a positive difference in her community.

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Safira POV
I have arrived at the moon! Or so I thought.

Narrator POV
"We have lost all contact with Safira, her rocket is nowhere near the milky way, and we don't even know which galaxy she's at!" said the Control Leader.

"THE NUMBER OF TIMES I TOLD HER NOT TO GO OUT THERE ALONE AND HER STUBBORN HEAD WAS ALL LIKE 'AH DON'T WORRY I KNOW WHAT I'M DOIN' WAIT TILL SHE GETS BACK I'LL MAKE HER WISH SHE WAS NEVER AN ASTRONAUT" scolded her best friend, and technically her mother.

Despite the tension and intense atmosphere, everyone in the Control Centre laughs at Safira's best friend. She then refuses to be sad for her, and claims to be happy that she's gone to learn her lesson.

Safira POV
I have arrived on Planet Jade 637, the planet I thought didn't exist - that in mind, I don't know wich galaxy I'm in, but I know I'm next to the Crab Nebula. Ah, I have no communication with anyone, but let's hope I can fly back- I SEE HUMANS??? NO- ALIENS?? NO- HU- HUH?

"Est-ce-que tu une fille?" asked an alien - FRENCH??? OF ALL NATIONA-

"Oui, mais oui sommes-nous?"  - I said with my broken grammar.

The alien said that a human landed here before me, and that the aliens were taught french thanks to him, and there are aliens, and humans and human aliens on this planet for some environmental reason. Apparently, they can help me communicate with the others on Earth - but I musn't say a world about the alien people.

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June 30th - An astronaut crash lands on an exotic planet. - An Introduction - Zora Bliss

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June 30th - An astronaut crash lands on an exotic planet. - An Introduction - Zora Bliss

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“Going down in 3,2..” “There goes the line,” exclaimed Mina. “I swear,this aircraft has it out for me with the number of crashes it goes through. How does it still not break,is near magic th..” she couldn’t finish her sentence as she turned around to see where she actually landed. “No,no. Buna? I actually landed one the exotic exoplanet we have been researching for years?! YES! Eureka!” She said and started getting ready to collect some data in the form of rocks,dust and pictures. She had crash landed around 4 times by now,all on soft terrain by good fortune. And they were all amazing planets needing data collected off them. Wouldn't that be amazing for Mina, the pseudo-astronaut? She was an astronaut by profession, artifact collector for hobby. But with the experience she had gained, she was officially a data collector for the current mission, although unrelated to Buna.

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June 29th - Amnesia strikes,and your character is “reborn” as someone else. - An Introduction - Zora Bliss

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June 29th - Amnesia strikes,and your character is “reborn” as someone else. - An Introduction - Zora Bliss

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Lyra - “Wake up. WAKE UP.Please…”

Cora - “W-what.Wh-who are you?” *holds her head as she tries to get up*

Lila - Lie down. I will get the doctor.

Lyra - Thanks sis. Cora, I am Lyra? You’re sister? Can you remember me? *tear falls down her face*

Cora - No? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in my life. Are you a kidnapper??

Lyra - No. I am your sister. You’ve known me since birth.

Cora - *confused and scared*

Lila - The doctor’s here Lyra.Lets give her some time and space. Come on. *they leave the room*

Lyra - *outside* How are you so strong right now?

Lila - I am broken inside. I’ve been torn mentally and..and I cannot do anything about it. *starts sobbing* Our real mom got amnesia once..she never remembered me. She left after. I so wish she took that trauma with her. Anytime I now see someone with amnesia, I feel my heart go crazy and my mind whirl. But you or Cora won’t manage through if you see me quit too. I am strong for my sisters, or dad and our bonus mom. I don’t have to be often, but now, I do. I don’t have or want a choice. I will survive if you all do.

Lyra - *hugs her hard*

Lila -Thanks. *hugs her back*

*The doctor calls them back in**They wipe their tears and meet Cora*

Doctor - So I have explained to her about the accident and her amnesia. Here are her meds and the prescription has the details. She will be under observation tonight and we will discharge her tomorrow. *looks at Cora* Please get some rest and don’t exhaust yourself with information right now. Your sisters will explain everything in detail when the time is right. *she leaves*

Cora - So you are my sisters. Both of you?

Lila - Yes. I am the oldest,you and Lyra middle.

Cora - Both of us? We are twins?

Lila - Yes. You are older by a minute though.

Cora - *gives a frail smile* Yay.

Lyra - What happens now?

Lila - We wait for tomorrow and go home. Then,we help Cora with her day to day life and help her remember.

Lyra - So she is a new person till then? She is reborn as someone else?

Lila - No.She is still the same person but her memory will make her act different. But it is fine.Change is ok. Don’t worry you two ok?

Cora and Lila - Ok!

Cora - Wow, We really are twins aren't we? *giggles*

Lila - *whispers to herself* At Least everything didn’t change.

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June 28th - “When you reach the end of the rope,tie a knot and hang on.” - A Plot - Zora Bliss

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June 28th - “When you reach the end of the rope,tie a knot and hang on.” - A Plot - Zora Bliss

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“When you reach the end of the rope,tie a knot and hang on.

Don’t give up.

Don’t stop there.

Don’t let go.

Don’t call for help. No one will come.

Don’t do what I do.

You will regret it.”

The quote rang in my mind as I stared down at the water.

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June 27th - Success - A Poem - Zora Bliss

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June 27th - Success - A Poem - Zora Bliss

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What is success?

I am not very aware.

For there are many definitions to it.

I acquiesce.

It could be finding a real friendship or true love.

It could be making ones worth in this life.

It could be earning enough for a lavish lifestyle.

It could be all and yet none of the above.

For we all have our own paths and goals.

And to achieve them,

Is our ultimate yearn.

Thus,we try everything even if it's beyond our controls.

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June 26th - Juxtaposition - A Poem   - Zora Bliss

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June 26th - Juxtaposition - A Poem   - Zora Bliss

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Yin and Yang

Sun and moon

Water and fire

Love and hate

Without one,

You cannot have the other.

Without the other,

You cannot have one.

And that is why life is special.

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June 25th - “Memories gushed in as the waves gushed over.. - A Plot - Zora Bliss

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June 25th - “Memories gushed in as the waves gushed over.. - A Plot - Zora Bliss

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”I lay there.Floating in the ocean. I had anticipated being thrown overboard eventually, but not by my own crewmates. More so the enemy ship. But I didn’t anticipate having an enemy sink away to their doom either so fair enough. I wasn’t the best person for the mission out of my crew but I was the reason they were still alive and they did enjoy my company so I hoped I would not walk the plank until the enemy was different. But wasn't I wrong with that assumption…I knew even if I tried I couldn't escape the water current and if I swam, I would meet the fate of someone else I knew. So I stayed there.FLoating towards the horizon.Slowly at one moment…rapidly at the other. And no way was anyone coming to get me. I peacefully watched the sunset as I approached the waterfall. As I prepared to dive down, memories gushed in as the waves gushed over.

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June 24th - “I sealed it shut so that the secret was safe” - An Introduction - Zora Bliss

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June 24th - “I sealed it shut so that the secret was safe” - An Introduction - Zora Bliss

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“What do I do,What do I do?!” Athena said as she paced about the room. “First stop pacing. You know it makes me dizzy ""Sorry Sabrina, I cannot help it” Sabrina was Athena’s closest friend and the only human who knew of her abilities. Currently,Athena was in grave danger and if she let even a hint of a secret spill, Earth,her home and everyone related would be destroyed in seconds. And this secret lay in a cave…a hidden cave along the coasts of the Caribbean sea. There lay a chest in the cavern.  A small one in fact. Small but as heavy as the sun and the volume of an ocean. Was it magic? Yes. And only Athena could open it. And she had. Releasing the secret. And that is what made her panic and pace around till Sabrina almost fell of her seat. Athena found solace with Sabrina and told her everything,knowing that she would need someone with her. Sabrina suggested making a dome around the cave keeping the magical mist enclosed within the walls of the cavern. And so Athena did. She sealed it shut so that the secret was safe once more.

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"Memories gushed in as the waves gushed over.." - Sunday 25th of June, 2023

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"Memories gushed in as the waves gushed over.." - Sunday 25th of June, 2023

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Memories gushed in as the waves washed over me. The water stirred the past, filling my mind with a flood of recollections. Each wave carried fragments of cherished moments, evoking laughter and whispers of days gone by.

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My job? The letter reader for the president. The president trusts me well enough to assign me this role. See, I'm an 80-year-old grandma, who has nothing better to do. The president? He loves playing games on his phone and punch letters in his screen to deliver messages. I'm "old-fashioned" as they say, and I prefer letters.

Did you know the president receives silly letters like "I saw leaf stuck to your teeth during that conference" and serious ones like "I know where you live" It's comical to see both these sides.

Recently, I received a letter - from an enemy state. "We're sending flying metal cylinders to you, so please welcome them" - I wasn't born yesterday, I know what you mean by that, sir. Missiles. The president heard this and wrote an angry letter in response to that.

I sealed it shut so that the secret was safe, and threw it in the shredder. Dam him. He has no idea that he can't disclose such state secrets to his enemy country. I ought to teach him a lesson!

I wrote a letter on behalf of him and the missiles were prevented. See? Peace is always the answer.

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I sealed it shut so that the secret was safe - Saturday 24th of June, 2023

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I sealed it shut so that the secret was safe - Saturday 24th of June, 2023

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I sealed it shut to keep the secret safe. It had been burdening me for too long, haunting my every moment. This secret had the power to ruin lives, break relationships and friendships. So, I took action to protect everyone involved. With shaky hands, I closed the lid tightly, feeling the weight of responsibility lift from my shoulders. The truth was hidden, and I could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

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June 22nd - Your character is a dispatcher - A Plot - Zora Bliss

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June 22nd - Your character is a dispatcher - A Plot - Zora Bliss

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Never did I consider dispatcher as a possible vocation. As an introvert unable to think under pressure, a dispatcher was quite the route for failure - or so I thought. So here I am. 6 years out of college, the first person people call to get our heroes sent to them. Even though most of humanity forget we exist. Even I didn't know initially what or who a dispatcher was. But I learnt. LIke a lot of other things on this journey. And yes, it has been wild. But not the typical type of wild. I never encountered aliens or had a near-death experience and I am glad about that frankly. But what I did go through, that is a different story.

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As if it wasn't tiring enough to be living. I live, I breathe. I eat - and to eat I need to fetch fruits and ingredients to cook - and to cook I need to fix my stove - and to fix my stove I must find the correct tools to repair it - and to find the correct tools, I must be wise, which I am not.

Thus, I have been assigned the role of a dispatcher, who unwillingly communicates with fellow heroes-to-be and sends them off on quests so they come back home recognized as a hero.

This one young fellow was more tiring than living. I can't believe I'm giving him the honorable mention.

He arrives at my door one day, in his prince clothes and a runaway bag. I thought he was a typical prince who ran away from home to serve his country in hiding - but boy was I wrong. This curious little boy knew what he was doing from the beginning, as he made me conquer my own quests, and he made me tag along every time I told him to go somewhere - and he made me quicker on my feet. Well, I guess I thank him for that - but the tricks he played to get me to work were just... wow!

He returned home as a hero that got me quick on my feet, and no longer do heroes-to-be have to come to my place for quests, I go to the people I select. This is more convenient, and yes, my stove is finally fixed.

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21st June - Family - A Haiku - Zora Bliss

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21st June - Family - A Haiku - Zora Bliss

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Oh I love you.
But wonder why you are my family.
Cannot live with or without you.

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Family is a precious gift from Allah, an essential part of our lives. They are the ones we are blessed to have by our side, through thick and thin. They provide us with love, support, and a sense of unity, guided by the teachings of Islam. In times of joy, they are there to celebrate with us, and in times of difficulty, they offer comfort and strength through making dua (prayers) for us and encouraging or motivating us. Family instills in us the values of compassion, forgiveness, and gratitude, molding us into better individuals. They are a source of Barakah, reminding us of the blessings bestowed upon us by Allah (Subhanahu wa-ta’ala). Our family, is a cherished treasure that we should always appreciate and hold on to and always should be grateful to.

'Abdullah bin 'Amr Al-'as (May Allah be pleased with them) reported: The Prophet (ﷺ) said, "The person who perfectly maintains the ties of kinship is not the one who does it because he gets recompensed by his relatives (for being kind and good to them), but the one who truly maintains the bonds of kinship is the one who persists in doing so even though the latter has severed the ties of kinship with him". [Al-Bukhari].

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June 20th - Tragic Death - A Conclusion/Introduction - Zora Bliss

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June 20th - Tragic Death - A Conclusion/Introduction - Zora Bliss

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No one saw its purpose. No one. It was considered futile and a waste of space. No one cared about it. Except me. I cared. And when that last petal fell off, I was shattered inside out and nothing was consoling me. The one thing that gave me hope. The only one who showed me care and attention, was gone. Forever. Taking the light inside me,with it. That was the day I felt sadness for the first time. Anger and frustration and hopelessness at the same time. The first time, death had an effect on me - a tragic one.

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The sky was glum, and the streets were silent, the lamps were flickering as the rain was showering upon them. The winds were humble and soft, as though they were consoling me, and carrying some of my pain away with them.

They day was unforgettable - and everything about that day is stuck to my memory, and every detail of that day I remember - very well.

I ran to the direction that was sent to me, and covered my head with a jacket, as I ran under the splashing rain. My feet were soaked in puddles of rain, and me as a whole - with rain  pouring.

I didn't mind, I had greater concerns. Farah, my best friend - the one who brought me back to life, the one who showed me that this cruel world can be bright - the one who loved me sincerely when everyone else threw me out - Farah.

She was on her deathbed.

I refuse to leave her be.

All those days when I was depressed and longing for family and friends - and she stood there beside me consoling me, "I'm your family, I'm your friend, and you're my friend, and my family."

She never got tired of my whining, and my nagging, and my annoying existence - she was the lamp in the whole darkness my life was.

I reached her hospital bed, she looked so weak and so pale it shattered my heart to pieces. I knew this day would come. She knew this day would come. It was inevitable. I held her frail hand, and we both just enjoyed each other's presence, not exchanging any words. I didn't want to make her use her energy, because she was already very weak and exhausted.

"Farah, when I come to the next life, you must be there. You should welcome me with happiness. I believe that we'll unite again there, so please be there!" I said calmy and softly. She nodded with tears in her pearly eyes.

"I'll see you there, my sister," she muttered.

And then a few minutes later, we could hear each other's breathing and heartbeats. The room was noiseless and then the monitor started beeping rapidly, as her heartbeat stopped and so did her breathing.

The nurse came in, and she was buried.

With her, a part of my heart was buried.

She's gone now. If I call her number, she won't pick it up. If I text her, she won't respond. If I ring her bell, it would be her sister opening the door, and she won't be there. If I walk in the streets, I won't bump into her, because she won't be walking or breathing anymore.

That was goodbye.

I'll see her again... in the next life.

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Dear Crystal,

Ann here.

The tea machine seems to be broken, and I have a brown paper bag gift for you!

Watson the police and Bill the computer engineer need your help in a super secret mission they're on, involving Koffsky and Margaret. Fernando is on in it too.

PS. Keep this away from the mayor, and Jennifer!

You can ask Cleo, Mary, and Emily for help! They would love to help you out!

Sincerely in need,
Ann the Barista.

Oh, and you have a profit of $10,684

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Soaring above the seas, the birds fly.
Clouds drift, winds blow, and me - smiling.

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June 18th - Make “sky” the theme -A Haiku - Zora Bliss

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June 18th - Make “sky” the theme -A Haiku - Zora Bliss

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Staring at nature’s creation
High above our small world
Covering, and keeping us safe.

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That was not supposed to happen Miss Sarah is taking my exam today! I am so not ready, anyways after that I finished bath and was ready for lunch today is dad's turn to cook lunch, hmm... Dad's not home! A letter from dad to me! Dear, I have To stay out I have lots of work so sorry oh and you should cook today. HUH that wasn't supposed to happen, fine I'll make corndogs let me check out the gas panel hmm.. It's empty I'll just call the gas people OK fine I'll wait one minute it's already been a minute yeah I should just fix it myself OK now it's time to bake corn dogs let me get the bread crumbs and cheese and butter now to put it in the fry pan..... Done! Dinner is ready to be served (sigh) time to go to bed AAH SAEED MY ROOM clean it right now while I sleep Saeed said done! Wow that was fast good night so that was the most good yet bad day ever.

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I was baking in the kitchen.

As I normally do.

Not that I ever complete the mission.

To perfection,I always say adieu.

Making a cake as a quick snack.

Sounds easy enough doesn’t it?

I also opted to try out a new oreo hack.

But figuring it out, honestly had me at the ends of my wit.

Said the instructions,

Add milk,sugar and sprinkles

But when I put my creation in the oven, did come deductions.

Along with wrinkles.

Oh well.

I tried and that is all that matters.

No point to dwell.

Next time,try some other batter.

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It was supposed to happen. The assassination of the tyrant King Durven.

My troops and I assembled under the castle - an underground tunnelway we built over the cruel years. Every step we took under the castle felt like a morsel of food delivered to the doors of the starving citizens of Durven.

We were armoured with firearms and poison darts - we were to end this reign of inhumanity no matter what.

We reached under the throneroom, where we would draw over our shiny cloaks and blind those who set eyes on us and attack the king while everyone was distracted. We planned every hand movement of this assassination, and the plan was flawless.

We sprung above the ground as soon as the clock struck 12 above us - the time when everyone is sleepy, and the throneroom is lit up brightly opposing the midnight darkness outside.

All the people present in the castle were blinded by the reflections of our armour and cloaks. The prince and the princess were getting married to the prince and princess of a neighbouring kingdom - a double wedding of some sort. They were expecting fireworks inside the castle, that's the time we popped in.

I sprung upward and directly toward the king and slashed him and he fell unconscious in his throne, while his ruthless blood dripped from my sword. My troops kept us out of their sights with their cloaks and shields. After a while, we descended into the tunnel, and we heard the prince after he saw the remains of his father. "That wasn't supposed to happen..."

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June 15th - Your favorite food described as a person - Zora Bliss

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June 15th - Your favorite food described as a person - Zora Bliss

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She is tall and has curly hair. She spices up a meal and makes even the most mundane tasks,fun. Of course she is Italian. She is self confident, loyal and never disappoints. She is beautiful and has white and black freckles. People can sense her optimistic approach to life and her flexibility of going about day to day life.

Guess the food!

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She is sweet and kind, and refreshing. When she's with people, they can sense her softness. She is honest, uplifting and cute. She sprinkles shine on people who think low of themselves and picks them up. Oh, and she's Italian, mama mia.

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June 1st: Ice Cream

What is your favorite dessert, someone asked me.

And oh did I reply with glee.

The day had been long,but not had been my reply, inexorable.

I said, ‘ice cream of course my friend,is preferable’

Nothing can compare with the icy,creamy feeling of frozen condensed milk.

Nothing can replace dear ice cream whilk,

With no debate, is up for the battle of the best.

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June 11th - Your Favourite Jewel - A short poem - Zora Bliss

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June 11th - Your Favourite Jewel - A short poem - Zora Bliss

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Look at thy glistening in the sunlight

Look at thy shining among the stars at midnight

Look at its shiny green hue

Look at how its attention is paid by you

Oh wow, the majestic emerald!

In my eyes, it is best. Even if fragmented and disassembled

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June 12th and 13th - “Whoever they might be,they guided me - to doom” and “I never heard from them again” - A short story - Zora Bliss

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June 12th and 13th - “Whoever they might be,they guided me - to doom” and “I never heard from them again” - A short story - Zora Bliss

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So I was walking. And walking. And walking. It has been a long hike to the mountains and back and I was just yearning to get home and have a cup of coffee while cuddling up in bed. Say see you along to those plans as fate had had it, my job as a secret agent very much disregarded the idea. So while going back home, I was pulled aside by some people in a dark alley. The normal “never go into these” type alley. Except I was not bothered at this point by being pulled aside and potentially threatened to death. I mean, what’s a secret agent without the regular question of seeing the next hour amirite? So I calmly  went with the people and patiently watched as they discussed themselves and threw their arms over my head,backing me into a wall. I stood there motionless and heard them speak. They had muffled accents, a huge sign of them being potentially from the south, where my headquarters were. They said, “ 1456a 2. Remember this as your life depends on it. Go to this street exactly at Thursday midnight 3 months from now. Or you will be attacked. Know this.And don’t say anything about this to other agents. They have been sent separate messages. Boss’s orders. You know how it is” they scoffed. I nodded my head and said yes, reassuring them, and myself. They let me go and my mind jumped to 2 thoughts. They were fakes,planning to attack me anyway. Or they were real new agents who did not understand the art of secret messaging. But my boss was quite eccentric,although quite wise. Never did his plans fail. So I decided to go to the street at the right time. With backup of course. I still planned on going on a few more hikes in the future. I went home and slept early that night. The next day and weeks after, I spent making a backup plan in case I got in trouble. A new plan anyway since my old one was discovered by our enemies. I cannot share who though. Confidential you know? I also elucidated if anyone knew had joined our company and there were 2 who had. And I was told they had southern accents and were tall and buff. Close description I thought to myself. But knowing the set up all too well, I kept my eyes peeled for trouble. In no time, it was the day before I had to go to the street. I had assembled an outfit with several secret and malleable pockets that could hide weapons. The kind of illusions of weapons including a gun in foundation bottle form and a pen knife as lipstick.  I was ready and my backup plan was fool proof. I slept with ease and came the next morning. I anxiously awaited the night and kept repeating 1456a 2 in my mind as I was very well aware it was a secret code as well. I went to the street nonchalantly at midnight. I was pulled aside once more and led inside a well lighted building. Something clicked inside my head. I am not sure how to explain it though. I walked through the corridors being escorted by two different men. I entered a room where I saw a chair turn and sitting there was none other than my co-worker. Or an ex coworker. I examined my surroundings and understood we were not on the same team anymore. I got mentally ready to attack and protect myself and attacked I was. I failed, successfully. Turns out they had figured out my back up as well and I was trapped. I had lost all my weapons as well. I was injected with a certain solution and passed out in seconds. When I woke up, I was in a sleeping pod. And I saw the entire situation play out again and again. It drived me crazy. And I lost control of myself for the first time in years. The second last time it played, I destroyed the pod and defeated the attackers. And more attackers came onto me in real life once more. Lost in emotion, I defeated them all and when I realized, I fell to my knees not knowing if I was proud or disappointed at myself. Whoever those hooded people were,they guided me - to doom and not at the same time. My heart was racing. I got up and saw the entire room fade into dust. Turns out,it was a test. Not a preparation test, but one of my will power and true strength. Or so that is what my closest agent told me when she came in front of me as the room faded. I definitely thought I had lost it. But I calmed myself down again and realized how strong my emotions were and how energized they made me. I had been hiding them and shutting them down for years and I finally understood that’s what had held me back. Learning this new lesson, I walked out with my friend as she told everyone at the headquarters was out through a similar test, aiming at their weaknesses, and making them better. And that is what had made them pass. I also met the new employees and turns out they weren’t the same people who had met me in the alley. I told my boss about it and he told me that it was quite strange and they would need to be careful from there on as someone from the outside knew things they weren’t supposed to. It has been years since the incident and I never heard or saw from those people again. They led me to be better but it puzzled me why someone would help us out,or how they knew about us or the test. These questions have been at the back of my mind ever since.

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A voice led me to this dark place, located in the middle of nowhere - far from anything familiar to me. I don't know what I was thinking when I let the soothing, calm, static voice from the caller on my phone decide my directions for me. I don't remember how desperate I was to get out of that situation to have listened to someone over the phone instead of those close to me.

An abandoned hut in front of me - and days of listening and talking to this caller has made me attached to them, and they were close to my heart. As I stepped closer to the hut, I heard the caller's last words, telling me to go inside and wait for them there.

But after that step, I never heard from them again.

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“I’m here! I’m here!” announced Basma, panting. She ran all the way from the entrance of the palace to the exit as the king called everyone related to the palace to gather there.

“Great! We can finally start the meeting!” said the prince excitedly. It was him who assigned the task to Basma, and it would be his fault if she didn’t show up.

“Be on time next time… anyway, on with our work –” the king started. The meeting room’s locked doors burst open.

“THEY ARE MISSING! THEY’RE ALL GONE! IT’S LIKE (POOF) AND WENT AWAY INTO THIN AIR!” panicked one of the palace servants. He was frantically shaking and walking to and fro.

“Alright everyone, due to unforeseen circumstances, the meeting is dismissed – everyone resume your works and I shall personally look into this issue,” concluded the king, and with that everyone left the meeting room and resumed their duties.

“I’m sorry you had to run all across the palace today,” apologized the prince.

“It’s on me for being far away despite knowing there was a meeting,” said Basma thoughtfully. “What was that about the missing things?” she asked curiously.

“That… was about… I’m not sure if I can talk to you about this…” said the prince, evasively.

“It’s alright then,” said Basma. “It’s nothing about the sapphires, right?” she asked inquisitively. The prince stopped walking and it seemed like he stopped breathing as well for a moment.

“How would you think that?” asked the prince, slowly turning back to face her.

“I’m kind of in charge of polishing the sapphires, and today I wasn’t called in for duty,” said Basma. The prince held his chin, then he fixed his glasses, and looked to the path behind Basma that lead to the Sapphire Treasure room.

“Thank you for that information, you can go back to serving my sister,” said the prince.

“As you say,” said Basma, with a slight bow.

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June 8th - A Plot - “After this loss, I only smiled - never cried” - Zora Bliss

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June 8th - A Plot - “After this loss, I only smiled - never cried” - Zora Bliss

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“So..I lost my mom a few months ago today and I am going to tell you that story. Her health was never the best and was always on a decline. It was a rollercoaster of emotion and chance to know whether she would survive or not. Last year, her cancer came back. It went into remission partially but came back in full attack. Her quality of life was degrading and we were extending her death, said the doctors. So we sent her to hospice. It was heartbreaking to see her struggle everyday but her quality of life was at least better, even though shorter. And even though she had cancer, a lot of her body was relatively okay. She decided then and there that she would donate all her organs whenever she died. A few months of this passed and I was diagnosed with kidney failure. An 18 year old with kidney failure, and her mother with cancer, boy isn’t that a life. The doctors even gave me 4 months to live unless I got a kidney transplant and found a donor. But no one was a match. I was prepared to visit another world. Until, my mother was tested and was a perfect match. I did not want her to give her kidney in the last part of life she had but she was adamant. So we went through surgery and I got healthier and could live longer. All was well until my mom started getting more and more sick and fell asleep and did not wake up. She stopped breathing and CPR was done but she wasn’t brought back. She was gone. The same day all her organs were taken and donated,saving several lives. It hurt that I lost my precious mother but I was happy it was peaceful and she helped so many on her way to death. And for this loss, I only smiled - never cried” narrated Jade.

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I held on to this feeling,
For longer than ever,
I started doubting what it truly was,
Until I realized understanding it was futile,

‘Cause I don’t need to care,
about what people think of me,
as long as it’s something that could be improved about me,
and it’s coming from people who love and care,

Then only would I care about their
remarks and comments,
if they come from people who love and care,
they say so for my growth.

Letting go of you,
was the most freeing thing,
that ever happened to me,
I was free to be myself,

Instead of changing myself,
into what you would like,
I was myself, I did as I saw right,
The tears I shed before.

After this loss, I only smiled.
Never cried.
Thank you for being in my life,
To make me stronger.

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I ran and ran as fast as I could! My feet were speeding, and my eyes were closed, I just knew I had to escape, escape, escape! My breathing was rapid, my heartbeat got louder, and I broke out in cold sweat.

All I knew was that I had to run far away no matter what.

I stepped on crooked twigs, and they crunched as I ran over them. I opened my eyes to see where my feet took me, and I knew I wasn’t there yet. My feet just knew that I had to run more, more and more!

I didn’t close my eyes this time, and I saw as the trees swiftly passed by me and I ran. My feet were slowing down, as I could not hear their voices anymore, and I calmly stopped near a cottage deep in the forest. It was an abandoned overgrown one. I could see tall green trees wherever I turned, and the air was fresh and humid. I wore a winter jacket, I might need it in the night if it gets cooler. The cottage was firm and woody, just unmaintained. I heard the forest birds singing.

I was far away enough for now, or so I thought.

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Dear You-Know,

I remember. The step you took that brought two families together. Gotta say, that was too genius. I was caught off-guard.

December in winter, our families went outside for a picnic. I liked you because I thought you liked me. I don’t know how much sense that sentence makes, but yes, it’s true. Honto desu. Little did I know that night would change everything. Little did I know, how much I really cared for you. Little did I know how much you cared for me. Subhan Allah, the beauty of halal love.

Remember that day? When we were children? I defeated you in a game and made a victory chant out of your cries of defeat? That was my way of showing you that I cared. But now that I remember it… that was ruthless of me. I hope you forgive me.

I must say, I’m surprised that you noticed that I’m such a Japanese freak, that you confess to me in a very poetic and subtle way. A way that you know I will understand what you mean, and a way that things would still be halal because I’m an airhead and I’d only realize what you might have meant if I spent at least two days thinking about it.

You’re too clever.

It was nighttime. The sky was filled with stars. The moon was illuminating the sky with its fullness. It was a full moon, I remember clearly. You’re so sly. I was staring at the sky, looking around the sky in awe and wonder. Then, out of the blue, I hear you speak. Everyone was around us. My little siblings and your little siblings were playing in front of us. Our parents were chatting away about topics we might never understand. We were silently staring at the nature around us, and looking after our siblings.

I hear you clear your throat. I don’t turn to your side; I lower my gaze. You notice me and lower your gaze. Then I say, “The stars are so pretty, Subhan Allah,” I think you just nod in affirmation. Then you clear your throat again. I now know that you’re about to say something important. That’s when I hear you say, “T-The moon,” you said. I waited for you to finish your sentence.

“The moon is so beautiful,” you say. Before I could say anything, you add, “Isn’t it?” At the time, I was so confused I couldn't understand the ulterior motive.

“Yeah, Subhan Allah,” is what I managed to say, before I walked away to grab a bottle of water.

You know, that day, as I went home, before I slept, I came across a Japanese lesson reel. It was about the phrase you had a hard time telling me. I was on the verge of tears when I realized what you might have truly meant. I then run to my parents to tell them how I feel about you, only to hear that your father called my father, and said that you’re interested in me. So halal, yet so haram. I don’t know what’s wrong with you.

That one phrase, and a yes from both sides. That’s how we were unified. That’s how we completed each other. It’s so funny to think about, Subhan Allah.

I want you to know, wherever you are, I still love you. I will never stop loving you, In Sha Allah. I just want Allah (سبحانه وتعالى) to reunite us again very soon, In Sha Allah. It has been too long since I last saw you. Come back to me, and your family, safe and sound, In Sha Allah.

We’re rooting for you. You’re in our Duas.

Love, Yeah-I- Know.

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June 7th - Set in a far away forest - Introduction to Story - Zora Bliss

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June 7th - Set in a far away forest - Introduction to Story - Zora Bliss

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(Heavily inspired by the book “Princess ever after”)

The knife cut through her straight,long hair. She now had a bob. She fought and fought until she heard a scream from behind her. She stood there dumbfounded and shocked at how her best friend was held hostage on top of a building. She ran towards him but was caught by the enemy. And this was the story of how Alena got her new haircut. Though she never mentioned to anyone else that that was the real story. She just said she wanted really short hair for once and it was believable for the girl with hair reaching till her knees. Alena had 2 very,VERY different lives. Student by day, samurai and fighter by night. All because she was the daughter of the emperor and the next heir. She was sought to be taken down by the ones who called themselves “The Enemy” And she had been fighting them head on for 2 entire years. Except they did not know it was not actually the emperor's daughter fighting. Just a warrior who was the heir for the masses.

(Fast forward another 6 months since the hair-cut incident)

Elena found herself once more with her best friend Jackie, the actual next heir cornered in a faraway forest. Elena climbed up some trees and reached Jackie where she was surrounded by the Enemy. She made a distraction and called on some animal friends to help her. And help her they did. Mighty creatures including bears surrounded them and chased them out. But not all. One stayed behind. Waiting…patiently..for Elena to reveal everything.

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June 6 - Love - A Short Story - Zora Bliss

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June 6 - Love - A Short Story - Zora Bliss

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Charlotte: “Happy Valentine’s Day honey! Here is the watch that you’ve been wanting to buy”

Mark: *not paying attention and staring out the window*

Mark:Huh? What were you saying sorry?

Charlotte: Really? I don’t want to repeat that,it is going to ruin the moment 😔😕

Mark: I am sorry, it is just….just..

Charlotte: Spit it out Mark. Lost feelings?

Mark: So I am a bad hider,not just in the game. *laughs nervously*

Charlotte:About time you realized. And uh…I may or may not relate…100%

Mark: Mhm. Call it even?

Charlotte: Definitely. Want to stay friends? Like the good ol’ days?

Mark: Sure,as long as you never say that again. We ain’t that old yet. *smirks*

Charlotte: *laughs* Ok ok. I just had to say it at least once. It has been 5 years since we met.

Mark: Boi doesn’t time fly *make plane motion with hand*

Charlotte: You don’t push the punchline either genius. *nudges arm*

Mark: That hurts you know?

Charlotte: Yeah yeah. In your dreams *whispers*

Mark:😒😑 I heard that!

Charlotte: Good little boy! *she says as she walks out of the room*

Narrator- So Charlotte and Mark end their romantic relationship and continue their journey as friends. However, 3 years later….

Charlotte:I have some news…I met a new guy yesterday…

Mark:Again? Oh well. That is great..except you don’t look too happy? Everything alright?

Charlotte: Yeah it is just that..he sets off red flags all over my head and sends me unique vibes,to say the least.. The kind of vibes that tell you to run, and run fast. Except he acts so nice sometimes and completely off at others. He is so double sided and..and I don’t know what to think. *Puts her head in her hands*

Mark: Then run. Always run at the 5th red flag. It only goes downhill from there.

Charlotte: I guess but I don’t know. Maybe I don’t understand him yet. I should at least give him a chance.

Mark: Do as you wish. But be careful. Always.

Charlotte:I will. Thanks…

*3 days later*

Charlotte:*on the phone* Mark,Mark you there? 771a street. now! Help!

Mark: Charlotte?Charlotte?

*phone ends with screaming and static noises*

Mark:Should have seen this coming. *calls the police and rushes to the location with backup*

Cop:Hands in the air where I can see them.

Chad:And if I don’t?

Cop:Let us not go down that path.*holds out gun with 6 other officers*

Chad: *stops moving and gets arrested*

Mark:Where is Charlotte? Tell me now.

Chad:Oh you will know in due time.

Mark:Stop with riddles.*fumes with anger*

Chad:Ok ok.Relax dude. She is asleep in that shed over there. I am no monster here.

Mark:*rolls eyes and whispers* Did you not just kidnap her and bring her into a completely desolate area and send her to sleep on purpose, 5 minutes ago?! *runs towards shed with officers*

Charlotte: Ma..rk..?

Mark:Yes charlotte. I am here. Let us get you home.

*they reach home and Mark explains what happened*

Mark:So that is what happened.

Charlotte: So much for ‘not understanding him’ and ‘giving him a chance’

Mark:Hah yeah.

Charlotte:Should have listened to you. This is the 3rd time and I am tired of everyone just betraying my trust and love,over and over and OVER again. *starts sobbing*

Mark:Hey hey hey. Don’t let the fools of men let you get upset like this. There will be someone out there who is perfect for you. Here,have some water.

Charlotte: No thanks. Tell me one person who is ready to love me for me and won’t betray me 4 days into dating?! My first relationship almost killed me. I got stood up and harassed for my looks in the second one, and the 3rd got me kidnapped. Admit it Mark. I am done with dating for a bit. There is no one willing to love me like a normal human.

Mark: I don’t know about ‘no one’ because I ‘know one’.

Charlotte:😑😑 really? Not the time. And tell me who it is. I’d love to see for myself.

Mark: You already have. Me.

Charlotte: But we lost feelings…years ago.

Mark:And now I found them again.I love you Charlotte and I’d love to date you again, if you are open to it of course.

Charlotte: Why not. At least I won’t get slaughtered during my 4th relationship. *tries to laugh*

Mark: Finally you made a good pun. *laughs*

Charlotte: Say that one more time.

Mark: Seriously? Fine…You finally made a good joke.

Charlotte: Thank you.Now we are official.

Mark: Love-ly

THE END

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Every time I went to the beaches, I saw the sea. The sea had a fine line, defining it, and I saw nothing beyond that fine line. I was always curious about what comes after that fine line, and maybe, if I walked further into the sea than I usually do, I might find out!

I stepped into the sea, the cool breeze brushing against me, the waves splashing at my feet as it sinks into the wet sand. I walked until the water came up to my knees. This is where I usually stop.

I breathed the salty air, the sounds of the laughing children behind me faded slowly into silence, as I took gradual steps further into the sea.

Only my head was above sea level, I still didn’t see anything beyond the sea. It was a plain fine line.

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June 5th - Make ‘sea’ the Theme - An Introduction to a story - Zora Bliss

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June 5th - Make ‘sea’ the Theme - An Introduction to a story - Zora Bliss

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“Mommy mommy look! It’s Ariel. She’s on that rock over there, just like in the story!”

“But mermaids only live in the far depths of the sea Riley”

“But ,but..”

“Come on now, we can’t be late to your class”

“Ok….” said Riley while walking and staring at the rock behind her. Riley had schizophrenia. And she was often unable to differentiate between fantasy and reality. She often had hallucinations and her mom knew this was one of them. Except,it was not. Riley and her mother lived in a supernatural world, but a hidden one. Where all magical creatures lived in secret, leading everyone to believe they were not real. Ariel was, however,adventurous, just like her movie portrayed and she could not think about anything except coming to the surface. However,she forgot to wear her invisibility cloak,causing Riley to see her. But Riley’s schizophrenia led no one to believe her. She was the only one who saw the little mermaid, out of the sea.

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RIley was a lover of swimming,and was a young prodigy at 6 years old. She went for swimming lessons everyday but was happiest when swimming at the shores of the beach near the sea. She had seen mermen and mermaids quite often but Ariel was definitely a first. This was because Riley went underwater swimming most often,discovering an entirely new world there. But unable to distinguish real from fake, she never thought every creature she saw was real. She just experienced a calling to the real creatures though.

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One day,while on her under the sea adventure,she ran into a seaweed garden, and got quite trapped. A dolphin came and untied her, hugging Riley a goodbye. Riley felt like she was in a dream and right then and there, decided she would grow up to be something amazing relating to oceans, and its variety of life.

(Shoutout to our younger selves who though mermaids and supernatural creatures were real)

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June 4th - Poem based on a Poem - Zora Bliss

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June 4th - Poem based on a Poem - Zora Bliss

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I had made this poem,years and years ago

When I was new to the art

Made it for a class task

And lo and behold,

Discovered a new past-time craft

Made more and more as people did ask

And went with the flow.

“UAE National Day, it is here

A time for joy and a time for cheer.

A time to celebrate,

Our nation which is so great.

UAE, who has turned 49,

Has reached heights sublime.

There is much to say

As UAE has come a long way.

From a hot and arid desert,

To a modern country.

From trackless land,

To modern cities.”

Sadly did stop creating.

As time and inspiration was abating.

I do so miss making poems,

So I use this 30-day writing challenge,

To make more personal, nostalgic written gems.

(This is a true story of me, including the poem which I tried way too hard to rhyme)

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June 3rd - My Favorite Flower - An Introduction to a Story - Zora Bliss

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June 3rd - My Favorite Flower - An Introduction to a Story - Zora Bliss

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Assalamu Alaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuhu!

It's been a long/short month of writing per day on random topics to keep us writers going and flowing with the creative juices 💪

I may have not been able to update all of them, but feel free to send in your entries if you haven't done them - or if you wanna try them again when u're bored!

It was an amazing journey of writing without editing with y'all hahaha, and I enjoyed it and I hope you enjoyed it too!

Special Mentions:
Zora Bliss - who has attempted all prompts according to what I know and has written beautifully on each prompt, so flowers for you! 💐💐👏👏
@amethyst~lavender - who joined us for some prompts and wrote poetical masterpieces, Allahumma Barik!
Amethyst Princess  - My 8-year-old sister who tried one prompt 😭Allahumma Barik!

I hope you all the very best in your writing journeys, and I hope we all become great authors, poets, writers, in the future and achieve our dreams and keep working toward it! Let's never give up!

Again, Thank you and Jazakumullahu Khairan Katheeran for participating and writing to your very best! I will see you all next time, In Sha Allah!

Love you! 💐👏💖✨

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The sky was light gray with rainclouds. Rain softly tapped on the window next to me. I opened the window patch slightly to let the fragrance of rain enter.

“Hayaa, I brought you a cup of coffee, the kind you like,” said my elder sister, Kanzah. She cautiously carried the cups of coffee on a tray with both her hands as she climbed up the stairs from my right. The lights were out because it was morning, so the house was dim and quiet.

“Jazakillahu Khairan Katheeran, sister,” I said gratefully, calmly taking the cup from the tray she carried. She placed the tray on the table next to her bunk bed and joined me in the window side couch.

“The weather is beautiful today,” she said, contently observing the swaying trees outside. I nodded in agreement. We sat there for a few minutes – silently observing the rain tapping on our window.

The telephone rings.

“I’ll get it,” I say, walking toward the table next to the bunk bed. I receive it. “Assalamu Alaikum,” I say.

“Wa Alaikum Assalam, dear,” said my father, he went out for shopping. “Is there anything you, or Kanzah want from the shops?” he asked, I could hear rain patter in his background.

“I don’t need anything, Abbi,” I said. Kanzah was looking at me, listening as I spoke. “I’ll ask Kanzah if she needs anything,” I said, and she came and sat beside me.

“Ice cream,” said Kanzah.

“Okay, dear, I will bring you your favourite flavour,” said Abbi. He ends the call after we give our farewells. I quietly turn to Kanzah, and wondered what made her crave Ice Cream during a weather like this. We get back on the couch and gaze at the soft rainfall outside. We went down to join our mother after we finished our coffee.

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Grey and White Minimalist June 2022 Monthly Calendar