Observations Stories

ලෝකෙ ඉස්සරහ පේන්න ඉන්න රශි ඇයි ඔයා ළඟ ඉන්න කොට ඇයි එළියට එන්නේ නැත්තෙ?? මටත් ඒකමයි තියන ප්‍රශ්නය. මිනිස්සු මූණ දිහාවත් කෙලින් බලන්න බය දේවක ඔයා ළඟදී කෝ කියලා.

Kage, who is one of the shredder's personal assassins, is assigned to go undercover to infiltrate the three mutant turtles' home, earn their trust, and ultimately destroy them. What happens when he takes on the persona of Leonardo and the turtles show him what being brothers is about. Will he change his mind and stay with the family he could have? Or will he stay loyal to the foot and carry out his mission? Do not own any rights to the turtles. Used Gemini to help write the fighting scenes since I kinda suck at doing fight scenes. Lol

Explorations I made while making the Harewe language. They do not teach the language, they tell things I discover about itself and sometimes about nature.

Set in 742 CE during China's Tang Dynasty in the bustling capital of Chang'an, the story follows Li Shaoqing-a blind, kind, and sweet guqin player who "sees" the world through sound and music. He meets Wei Jin, an observant and caring clerk in the Ministry of Rites, who is immediately drawn to Shaoqing's warmth and talent, seeing him not as a man defined by his blindness but as someone with a rare clarity of heart. As their romance deepens, trouble strikes: Shaoqing's gentle uncle, a poet, is falsely accused of treason by the powerful Chancellor Li Linfu. To keep Shaoqing and his young sister Meiling safe, Wei Jin sends them to a remote mountain village while he stays in Chang'an to uncover the truth. In the village, Shaoqing uses his music to unite the villagers and fend off a court agent sent to find him. Eventually, Wei Jin uncovers evidence that Li Linfu forged the treason documents. Shaoqing's uncle is cleared, and the two are reunited in Chang'an, where they plan to build a life together-bound by love, music, and the knowledge that they have stood by each other through darkness.

Love, longing, hope, fear - The Observer writes it all. These are letters to the world, to strangers, and to the self. A collection of thoughts from a heart that sees and feels everything. ***You're free to use my work, just please credit me.***

Sometimes I have to get something out of my system, and that is when I write these texts. Some of them are quite good, so I decided to publish them. I hope they can entertain you, make you think, make you laugh and maybe make you cry.

I wish here that my words do reach you, that my feelings could touch your heart, and that we shall find ourselves in somewhere where you and I belong to

Collection of random poetry.

There's so many little things, terrifying and closing thoughts away. Maybe this will give you something to do when you're lonely and tired, and need to think a little too much. Give this a chance, and stop holding your breath or the pen between your teeth. Even ink needs an audience willing to insanity and strange ideas.

August 1,2020~Week 21~Day 143 ~FYI Update On The Pandemic of 2020~ If the beginning date is March 10, 2020, then today is Day 143 of week 21! Wow! So much has happened! We are living in a wave of time that ebbs and flows with history being made all around. We are experiencing it first hand, for better or for worse. Nevertheless, as writers, we must continue to tell our stories of life as we see and experience them. I am on a quest to refine my skills in the fine art of finding simple abundance in my life, a moment to be thankful. I want to notice it no matter what size, shape, or form it takes. In doing so, I may help others to do the same. I encourage you to tell your story, for no one else will ever be able to tell it the way you can. I hope you join me on this journey on the edge of the Pandemic of 2020. Thank you for taking the time to read my work. Take care of yourself, keep writing, and enjoy you gift of life! ~Journey Rose ~

#Peace In this Series, i will share with you my personal observations of the journey i took to find the truth and reality/purpose of life. (Most of the thoughts were posted in 2014-2015 by me on my facebook profile) Starting from my first conclusive article towards shorter thought provoking pieces of text. I request the viewers to let their heart and mind open and contemplate on what they are about to read , and not just read it ! Understand and Think as well ! Last thing : If you either find it helpful , or think that this might help someone in their life/journey then please do share it. Spread the message.

poetic reflections from direct observations and immediate impressions of the world

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This poem spoke through me when I was in a meeting listening to the executive leadership of my organization. The leaders gave speeches about team spirit, coming together, and doing more, with less. Then I thought about my toddler and how he looks at me like I am the leader of our family's organization. While observing my leaders in both fear and respect, I realized that I was in the same position as my son but in a different role. When this came to my awareness, this poem started to call through me. Scribbling on some notes, I started to jot down the wording and listen to how it was supposed to be broken up. The funniest part, while I was doing so, my leadership and my neighboring co-workers thought I was being a studious employee... a bit of a brown noser. -Moony Thinker Image reference: Photo by Carl Nenzen Loven on Unsplash

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"Words of Wisdom and Condolence for an Umbrella (and other poems)" is a short anthology of collected poems by New Jersey poet F. Timothy Mountain that reflects on and observes love, juvenility, life in suburban NJ, and/or umbrellas. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dedicated to Mrs. Kaiser, whose influence in cultivating my ardor for poetry is unparalleled.

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An old mans overdue observations of the injustice of time and growing older. Rather the anger, he observes and ponders, creating marvellous and philosophical amphigory. The old man is a fictional character I have used to express my feelings and thoughts towards the subject of time and death, and other philosophical and poetic ideas that come to me along the way.

A short story about nighttime in the forest.