Modernity Stories

I used to move through things without really stopping. Days came and went, and I let them. It was easier that way. Nothing asked too much of me, and I didn't ask much back. If something slipped away, I told myself it was fine. Most things are. Somewhere along the way, though, I started noticing how quiet moments linger longer than they should. How certain thoughts don't disappear just because you ignore them. How even small things leave behind a shape when they're gone. I don't think I changed all at once. I'm still much the same. But, it was more like slowing down without meaning to. Letting my eyes rest on things for an extra second. Feeling something soften, just a little, before moving on. And I just wonder, when something small disappears from your days, do you feel it leave?

This title aims to juxtapose the ancient epic's themes of dharma (righteousness) and conflict with the backdrop of today's bustling metropolitan cities and the digital era that India is embracing. The word "Metro" signifies the urban setting, while "Bharata" retains the essence of the original epic. The subtitle "Echoes of Dharma in Digital India" emphasizes the continuation of ancient values and principles in the fast-paced, tech-driven world of today.

nothing tastes as good as skinny hurts.

200 million years later, on the supercontinent of Amasia, archaeologists explore the messages from the 21st century messengers. To do this, they analyze fossilized hard drives. They try to figure out what happened to humanity when people began to hide in the underground from the radiation of the red sun. Love, quarrel, utopian future, a look at the present from afar and photorealistic illustrations generated by a neural network. Science fiction. Translated from Russian.

How me, a 14 year old boy, views the world. Read the book to get inside of the mind of a teenager who wants to get successful and be a man with honour, pride and ambition.

this is a story of today's generation and a kids mind due to continual change in life

An abstract poem of modernity, driven by media, our very own dictator.

This is a slam poem I am writing for a class. If you would read and comment about something I should add (because this should be more than two minutes long and I'm about 20 seconds short hehe) that would be great. Thanks so much :) All rights reserved, please be original with things you write :)

A short story about home, change, beliefs, familiarity and belonging.

The world is in destruction. The time will come, stars, meteoroids, and asteroids will fall here in earth. Stars are going to explode or they will going to supernova, then black hole will be created. The rotation of the Earth in it's orbit will move rapidly. As time pass by, it gets faster and faster, till it disappears in just a single wink of an eye. Earthquake will truly occur. Volcanoes will errupt at the same time. Big tsunamis, as high as mountains will wash up all mankind. Lava that came from the volcanoes and water from tsunamis will collide. All living organisms will die, even the smallest or even the strongest animal in the world. World will definitely change, we musn't wait for that time. So the National Science and Astronomy Organization (NSAO) had decided to stop that time to protect the world. They have thought to pick geniuses in each continent. Using their brain's and with their help they can create a machine that is capable to stop this destruction. Children with the same IQ but have different abilities. Solarista Systemma, from Africa. Moontaria Celesti, from Europe. Skyrie Rombus, from Antarctica. Sunnyrie Raisin, from North America. Eartheanne Luscious, from Australia. Hellam Blaise, from South America and Heavennian Prowess, from Asia. These seven children have one task, and that is to create a high tech machine to protect the world from destruction. These children had teamed up and created a team called, 'Universal Psycho'.

The main character is a guy in his early 20s, suffering from burgeoning mental illnesses such as borderline personality disorder, depressive disorder, psychopathy and others. Everyday he needs to face himself, overcome the obstacles of his own consciousness in order to live at least one more day.

Transformative step-by-step guide on elevating self and team performance to the top. The Star Ship elucidates on various leadership strategies, career development, talent cultivation, and performance monitoring tips that will forster positive results. In addition, it sheds light on all you need to know, from composing an eye catching curriculum vitae to getting that dream job, promotion, and staying in control. Office politics and their impacts on career growth are discussed in detail and the powerful resource of connection and networking. Take a journey with The Star Ship and explore your space.

A woman stuck in a marriage she can't stand snaps when filling the dishwasher one evening and decides to track down the man who designed it.

This is story of three girls and their friendship...that even if they deny their path were entangled to each other, it's the story unveiling some problems with the modern Indian society..

Her husband died in the war defending Ukraine. She left her native land to save their son from bombings, from death. But in Canada, the child was taken by others - not by war, but by those who call themselves fighters for "new morality." Social services, activists, a system that decided: maternal love doesn't meet the standards. The boy couldn't endure. He left. And the mother... The mother woke up at night - not as a woman. Not as a refugee. But as a force. As a Witch. From pain - a curse was born. From loss - justice. From ashes - vengeance. And everyone who touched her child, Everyone who silently watched, Everyone who shouted about tolerance without hearing the pain - will feel her word. Her fire. Her tear. For a mother's revenge is the most terrible.

Witnessing How the Western Civilisation Comes to Its End

Another pretentious poem that may actually have some meaning if you look hard enough (but not too hard).

A shallow appearance defied senses, rather than other volatile combustions. As I sliced through the unfolding of it, any grip took me from the passive reality. From my madeleine. A number of my friends has recently been given unexpected love declarations.

She wasn't able to see the signs. A letter from the universe can be tricky. Will human beings collapse or the planet will do it first? Only the future can tell what holds the 21st century society and the harms against the earth.