Sociopolitical cerita

Open your eyes to the truth. Let it see what it should. Because ignorance is not bliss, and the guilty is the innocent.

A satirical short story about a "good Christian woman."

A young soldier is off to war

non fiction ,detailed alternative theory development for identity and replace representative democracy with direct democracy first part

An academic essay in which I explore the influence of Superhero media and culture on the American people through the sociopolitical, sociological, psychological, and criminological academic disciplinary lenses. It's a long essay I worked my butt off on and frankly, it's awesome. The cover took forever with my simple paint program.

Caleb fights for humanity. He fights to free them from the rule of the Harmony. Long ago, they came from the stars. And now, they rule over the earth, as Benefactors. They coerced the whole human race into submission. For their own good. But no more. Today will be the day. Caleb will spark the flames of revolution, and free his people. Today is the day he kills a Benefactor. Image credits: Vince Alongi

The world federation is yet to conquer the world. Political invasion of different powerful countries led them to unravel the very root of terror in each State, that has a very common inetrest; achieving hegemonic power. The world lies about power and sustainability towards development. "Struggle for power is anarchical." -Hans Morgenthau

"THE TRUTH BEHIND"

Sometimes, we forget that even the future has shadows. This story was born from a question that refused to sleep: What happens when a soul that never helped itself meets a time that never asked for permission? It is a story of return-not to a place, but to the memory of what we once ignored. In a world where we often complain about broken systems, failing leaders, and rusted hopes, we seldom turn inward. We forget that nations are not made of governments alone, but of individuals who rise or rest, speak or stay silent. This book doesn't offer a solution wrapped in glittering logic. Instead, it travels back into the cracked mud of a village forgotten by maps. It meets a farmer's cracked hands, a child's hollow stomach, and an old man who still lights lamps at dusk, believing change might arrive-even if late. It follows a man with a PhD in Engineering Mechanics-unemployed, uninspired, and tired of India's slow burn. But fate, or perhaps a strange kindness, sends him to a time before him. There, amid droughts and dust, he learns what leadership meant when kings ruled, and what resilience looked like when rains forgot their way home. The Dusk Beneath The Future is not a warning. It is a mirror. Held to the face of the reader, it asks: Will you wait for better tomorrows, or will you become the one who brings them? Let dusk fall. But before the night deepens, light a lamp. And read. -

It has been 300 years since the Grandfather, the mysterious god-like entity who founded Dremarian civilization, simply vanished off the face of the globe and his stead was taken by another. Since the appointment of the new leader, or High Essent, the continent has seen unprecedented achievement and advancements. Towers now reach high into the heavens and the need for horses and wyverns in transportation, for most, has become a distant memory. However, not all is well in such paradise. The past 3 years have now brought grim tidings in the form of political division. Dasnaery, one of the seven provinces of Dremariand, is now at odds with the chief kingdom, Maginatus, due to disagreements in the rule of law. As a result of this turmoil, a new and very powerful threat has emerged that may endanger all of Dremariand.

A selection of short, thought provoking poems and drabbles covering a range of personal and controversial issues through use of metaphorical language.

Little things can change the future so much more.

A story of self discovery, connecting to nature, and understanding the world.

Since this is a book of poetry, I thought I would be faithful to the art and write a haiku to explain it.\ Or you know, at least a poem. I couldn't. But yes, this is me Attempting Poetry; updated unpredictably.