You want to fly high up and reach the sky. But the higher you try to go, the more damage is caused to your wings by the wind, sending you down again, from where you had initially begun. You start to lose hope. You think can never achieve your goal. And then, almost as if an angel in disguise, the One In A Million Award comes and tends to your wings. It gently handles them, giving healing touches to each and every feather, making it stronger than before. It encourages you to keep flying, and so you do. It stays with you and fixes your wings each and every time it gets damaged. And slowly but surely, you finally achieved your goal of reaching the top of the sky. The One In A Million Award would be glad to fix your wings too whenever they are damaged. So what are you waiting for? Befriend it as soon as you can! Started: 30.07.23 Ended: Opened: ✔️ Judging:❌ Closed: ❌

After battling with a life threatening disease, Stephanie finally got the all clear on her health. She was free to live her life. She is starting a new school at the start of the year, planning to just finish high school with no problems. But then a certain asshole and his friends come barging into her life and she is thrown into a world of chaos. *Added to @humour's 'Young.Dumb.Full Of Fun!' reading list 8/8/2018* * Reached #1 on Humor's official hot list 1/1/2020*

Daoming Si thinks he is falling for Shancai but what happens when he encounters someone new? Someone he never thought he could fall for? Meiling Young, comes to Shanghai from Singapore to take a new beginning at Mingde, while going through heartbreaks, fun, feelings, thoughts and entangling with Daoming Si

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Roxana kept her head bowed as Alexander stepped towards the captives of war, sweeping his cloak behind him. He passed by all of the women with the indifference and sobriety that rivalled their fairness and beauty. "The Bactrian women are eyesores," His deep, passionate voice ran out, earning the chuckles of his generals. That was when she realized that a pair of feet in leather soles had stopped before her. Slowly, she looked up. She saw a pair of metal greaves on strong, sturdy legs. She saw a kilt and scaled armour securely tied off at the shoulders. On the centre of his chest was engraved a sun with a face drawn on it. Then she focussed her eyes on his chiselled jawline, then at his arrogant mouth, and then his mismatched but clear brown and blue eyes. Roxana's eyes widened. This was the greatest commander ever known on earth, the one who massacred thousands of citizens who revolted against him in Thebes, the one who had burned down the palace complex of Persepolis in one night, and the one who never lost a battle in his life. She wanted to look away from his intense gaze. But she lifted her chin a little higher and boldly locked her gaze with his. "What is your name?" He asked, his expression stone cold. She felt his hand touch a lock of her long, dark brown mane. His gaze bore into her eyes so piercingly that she decided to cast her head to the side. "Roxana, my lord." She replied. "Who is your father?" "Oxyartes, mighty warlord and nobleman of Sogdia." "Ah, Oxyartes. I know him. I know him very well," He smiled. Then he bent down so that the tips of their noses were almost touching. She could feel his warm breath which turned into mist in the freezing winter air. Roxana shivered. "Tell your father that I have come," He whispered, "And that his people are now my people."