The Weekly Post – Page 8

My Reflection

I stand before the mirror, the room dimly lit. The face that peers back at me is a stranger...

Today, I want to simply be…

The words we use have the power to change everything…

Max loved writing but had a peculiar problem: he needed help deciding what to write about. His desk was a chaotic jumble of half-finished stories…

The Northern Veil was Jeames’ domain, a place where few dared to tread without good reason...

It’s absolutely disgusting how some people resort to calling female public figures sexually suggestive names just to bring them down…

Today was the day – Nathan's first day of daycare.

The meadow was a serene expanse of silvery grass, a tranquil canvas under the starlit sky...

As the saying goes, “Accept that some days you are the pigeon, and some days you are the statue.” And this week, I very much feel like the statue.

Let’s have some fun!