Eric anexis
Stories (38/0)
Angels on the pitch.
In the heart of a bustling city, where the rhythm of life pulses through the streets like a steady heartbeat, there existed a small soccer field tucked away from the chaos. This field wasn't just any ordinary patch of grass; it was a sanctuary, a place where dreams took flight on the wings of determination and passion. It was here that the story of the angels of the pitch unfolded.At the crack of dawn, when the world was still cloaked in darkness, a group of young boys and girls would gather at the field, their cleats clicking against the pavement as they made their way to the hallowed ground. Among them was Alex, a talented midfielder with a heart of gold and feet that danced with grace across the turf.On one particular morning, as the sun began to peek over the horizon, Alex noticed something peculiar. A pair of worn-out cleats lay abandoned near the goalpost, as if waiting to be discovered. Intrigued, Alex approached the cleats and picked them up, examining them with curiosity. Despite their battered appearance, there was an air of magic about them, as if they held a story waiting to be told."Hey, check these out!" Alex called out to the others, holding up the cleats for all to see.The group gathered around, their eyes widening in wonder as they beheld the mysterious footwear. They had heard tales of legendary players who had once graced the field, but never had they come across such a tangible relic of the past."Maybe they belong to one of the angels," whispered Mia, the team's star striker, her voice barely above a breath."Angels?" scoffed Diego, the goalkeeper, a skeptic to the core. "There's no such thing."But Alex knew better. There was a magic in the air that morning, a sense of possibility that transcended the boundaries of belief. With a determined gleam in his eye, he slipped on the cleats, feeling a surge of energy course through his veins like electricity.As the team began their training session, something extraordinary happened. Alex moved with a newfound agility, his every step infused with the spirit of those who had come before him. With each pass and shot, he felt as if he were channeling the skill and wisdom of the angels of the pitch.As the days turned into weeks, Alex's teammates couldn't help but notice the change in him. His once tentative touches had been replaced by a confidence that bordered on the divine. It was as if he had been touched by an unseen hand, guided by forces beyond mortal comprehension.But with great power came great responsibility, and Alex knew that he couldn't keep the secret of the cleats to himself forever. So one evening, as the sun dipped below the skyline and the field was bathed in the soft glow of twilight, he gathered his teammates around him and revealed the truth."These cleats," he began, his voice steady with conviction, "they're not just ordinary shoes. They're a reminder of all those who have played on this field before us, of the angels who watch over us even now."The others listened in rapt silence as Alex recounted the legend of the angels of the pitch, of how they had once roamed the earth spreading joy and inspiration through the beautiful game of soccer. And as he spoke, they felt a sense of awe wash over them, as if they were being blessed by unseen hands.From that day forward, the cleats became more than just a pair of shoes; they became a symbol of hope and unity for the team. With each passing game, they would lace up their boots and take to the field with a renewed sense of purpose, knowing that they were not alone in their quest for victory.And so, the angels of the pitch continued to weave their magic, their presence felt in every pass, every tackle, every goal. For on that sacred ground, where dreams took flight and legends were born, they watched over their earthly counterparts with pride and affection, forever guiding them towards greatness.
By Eric anexis 3 days ago in Cleats
The vita thread.
In the bustling city of New Alexandria, where skyscrapers pierced the clouds and neon lights danced through the night, lived a man named Ethan. He was a successful lawyer, admired by many for his sharp mind and unwavering determination. Yet, amidst the chaos of his career, Ethan had forgotten one fundamental truth: health is life.Each morning, he'd rush out of his sleek apartment, barely pausing to grab a piece of toast as he dashed to his office. Hours would melt away in the frenzy of legal battles and corporate negotiations. Lunch was often skipped, replaced by quick bites between meetings. Evenings blurred into nights as he poured over case files and contracts.His friends and family grew concerned, but Ethan brushed off their worries with a wave of his hand. "I'll slow down when I retire," he'd say, a strained smile on his lips. But deep down, he knew the toll his lifestyle was taking on him.One day, as Ethan sat in his office reviewing documents, a sudden pain shot through his chest. He froze, his breath caught in his throat. Panic surged through him as he struggled to calm his racing heart. With trembling hands, he dialed for help, the realization sinking in that his body was rebelling against his neglect.In the hospital, surrounded by beeping machines and concerned faces, Ethan had time to reflect. He thought about all the hours he'd poured into his work, sacrificing sleep, exercise, and proper nutrition. Yet, in that critical moment, none of it mattered. Without health, his success was meaningless.As he lay in the hospital bed, recovering from his scare, Ethan made a vow to himself. He would prioritize his health above all else, recognizing that it was the foundation upon which everything else rested. With newfound determination, he set out to make changes to his lifestyle.Gone were the days of skipped meals and sleepless nights. Ethan made time for regular exercise, whether it was a morning jog in the park or a yoga class in the evening. He stocked his kitchen with fresh fruits and vegetables, opting for nutritious meals over fast food and takeout.But the most significant change was in his mindset. No longer did he measure his worth by the number of cases won or clients satisfied. Instead, he found fulfillment in the simple joys of life – a leisurely stroll through the park, a shared meal with loved ones, the feeling of strength and vitality coursing through his veins.As weeks turned into months, Ethan's transformation became evident to those around him. His friends remarked on the newfound glow in his eyes, while his colleagues marveled at his increased productivity and focus. But more importantly, Ethan felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over him, knowing that he was finally living in alignment with his values.In time, Ethan returned to his legal practice, but with a newfound perspective. He approached his work with diligence and passion, but always mindful of the importance of balance. He took breaks when needed, knowing that rest was just as crucial to success as hard work.Years passed, and Ethan's career continued to flourish, but his greatest achievement was not measured in accolades or wealth. It was the realization that true success lay not in the pursuit of external validation, but in the nurturing of one's mind, body, and spirit.And so, as Ethan stood atop a hill overlooking the city that had once consumed him, he whispered to the wind, "Health is life," a reminder to himself and to all who passed by that the most precious gift we possess is the one we often take for granted.
By Eric anexis 5 days ago in Geeks
The guardian of Hawthorne's treasure.
In the heart of a forgotten town lay an ancient graveyard, its weathered tombstones standing as silent sentinels to a bygone era. Few dared to venture within its shadowy confines, for rumors whispered of restless spirits and hidden perils lurking beneath the earth. But amidst the tales of dread, there was one legend that shone bright like a beacon of hope – the tale of the hidden treasures buried within the graveyard's depths.Long ago, when the town thrived with life and prosperity, a wealthy merchant known as Elias Hawthorne ruled over the land. Renowned for his vast fortune and insatiable thirst for wealth, Hawthorne amassed treasures from far-flung lands, hoarding them away within the confines of his mansion. Yet, as age crept upon him, fear consumed his heart, and he sought a resting place for his riches that no mortal eye could behold.Turning to the whispers of the occult, Hawthorne enlisted the help of a mysterious sorcerer who promised to safeguard his treasures for eternity. In the dead of night, under a moon shrouded in shadows, the sorcerer and Hawthorne ventured into the graveyard, where they unearthed a secret chamber deep beneath the earth. With ancient incantations and blood sacrifices, they sealed the chamber shut, entrapping the treasures within and warding off any who dared to seek them.Centuries passed, and the town fell into decline, its once bustling streets now deserted and its secrets buried beneath layers of dust and decay. Yet, the legend of Hawthorne's hidden treasures endured, passed down through generations like a whispered promise of untold riches waiting to be claimed.Among the townsfolk, there were those who scoffed at the notion of buried treasure, dismissing it as nothing more than fanciful tales spun by idle minds. But there were others who believed with fervent conviction, their eyes alight with the hope of a better life beyond the confines of poverty and despair.One such believer was a young orphan named Caleb, who had grown up amidst the crumbling ruins of the town's once-grand buildings. With nothing to his name but a tattered cloak and a heart full of dreams, Caleb became consumed by the legend of Hawthorne's treasures, his every waking moment dedicated to unraveling its mysteries.Armed with little more than a weathered map and sheer determination, Caleb set out into the graveyard under the cover of night, his footsteps echoing against the silence of the tombstones. With each passing moment, the air grew thick with anticipation, the weight of centuries pressing down upon him like a heavy shroud.As Caleb ventured deeper into the graveyard's depths, he encountered obstacles both natural and supernatural, his path fraught with peril at every turn. Yet, fueled by the fire of his convictions, he pressed onward, undeterred by the whispers that echoed through the darkness or the shadows that seemed to dance just beyond his reach.Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Caleb stood before the entrance to the hidden chamber, its ancient stone walls bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. With trembling hands, he pushed aside the heavy door, revealing a treasure trove beyond his wildest imagination.Gold coins gleamed like stars amidst the darkness, precious jewels sparkled like captured sunlight, and relics of a forgotten age whispered secrets long lost to the annals of time. For Caleb, it was a moment of triumph unlike any other, the culmination of a journey that had tested his resolve and pushed him to the brink of despair.But as he reached out to claim his prize, a voice from the shadows stopped him in his tracks, its tone filled with warning and sorrow. It was the spirit of Elias Hawthorne himself, cursed to wander the earth for eternity as punishment for his greed and folly.In that moment, Caleb understood the true cost of his obsession, the weight of guilt and regret settling upon his shoulders like a heavy burden. With a heavy heart, he turned away from the treasures that had consumed his every thought, leaving them to lie undisturbed beneath the earth for all time.And as he made his way back into the world beyond the graveyard's confines, Caleb vowed to live a life guided not by the pursuit of wealth, but by the simple joys of friendship, love, and the beauty of the world around him. For in the end, he realized, the true treasures of life could never be found buried beneath the earth, but were waiting to be discovered within the hearts of those who dared to dream.
By Eric anexis 8 days ago in Fiction
The sanctuary of dream
Once upon a time, in a small village nestled among rolling hills, there lived a young boy named Lucas. Lucas was an adventurous soul, with a heart as big as the sky above. But Lucas was different from the other children in the village. He was born with a condition that confined him to a wheelchair, unable to run and play like the others.Despite his physical limitations, Lucas found solace in his vivid imagination. He spent hours reading books and dreaming of faraway lands where anything was possible. His favorite book was "The Boy in the Striped Pajamas," a haunting tale of friendship and tragedy set against the backdrop of World War II.One day, as Lucas gazed out his window, he noticed a new family moving into the abandoned house across the street. Among them was a girl about his age, with eyes as blue as the summer sky. Her name was Sara, and she had a warmth about her that drew Lucas in like a moth to a flame.From that day on, Lucas and Sara became inseparable. Despite their differences, they shared a bond that transcended words. They would spend hours together, lost in their own little world of make-believe, where Lucas could walk and run alongside Sara without a care in the world.But as the years passed, the shadows of war began to creep into their idyllic village. Rumors spread like wildfire of soldiers marching through the countryside, and families disappearing in the dead of night. Lucas couldn't ignore the fear that gnawed at his insides, like a beast lurking in the shadows.One fateful day, the village was overrun by soldiers, their boots echoing off the cobblestone streets like thunder. Panic swept through the villagers like a tidal wave, as families were torn apart and homes ransacked. Lucas clung to Sara, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum.In the chaos, Lucas and Sara were separated from their families, forced to flee into the surrounding forest to escape the clutches of the soldiers. For days they wandered through the dense undergrowth, hunger gnawing at their stomachs and exhaustion weighing down their limbs.But just when all hope seemed lost, they stumbled upon a hidden clearing deep in the heart of the forest. There, beneath the canopy of ancient trees, they found refuge in the form of an old abandoned cottage. It was small and run down, but to Lucas and Sara, it was a sanctuary from the horrors of the outside world.As they huddled together by the crackling fire, Lucas pulled out his tattered copy of The Boy in the Striped Pajamas and began to read aloud to Sara. With each word, their fears melted away, replaced by a sense of hope and resilience that burned brighter than any flame.In that moment, as they clung to each other in the darkness, Lucas realized that no matter what trials they faced, as long as they had each other, they would always find a way to endure. And so, with the echoes of war still ringing in their ears, they vowed to never let go of the light that guided them through the darkest of times.For in the heart of a young boy confined to a wheelchair, and a girl with eyes as blue as the summer sky, lay the true meaning of courage and love. And though their journey was far from over, they knew that as long as they held onto each other, they would always be stronger together than thI ey ever were apart...I yortnsiknroswyrea
By Eric anexis 9 days ago in Families
Unveiling identity.
In a bustling city where skyscrapers kissed the clouds and dreams flourished amidst the concrete jungle, there lived a young woman named Maya. Maya's days were a whirlwind of obligations and expectations, leaving her feeling like a mere shadow of herself. Yet, beneath the surface, an ember of curiosity burned, yearning to uncover the essence of her identity.Maya's journey began on a crisp autumn morning, as she found herself standing at the threshold of a quaint bookstore nestled between towering buildings. Intrigued by the promise of knowledge within its walls, she stepped inside, the scent of aged paper and ink enveloping her senses.As she perused the shelves, her eyes landed on an ancient tome tucked away in a corner. Its weathered cover bore the title "The Quest for Identity." Intrigued, Maya pulled it from the shelf, feeling a faint tremor of excitement coursing through her veins.Settling into a cozy armchair, Maya delved into the pages, each word a beacon guiding her on a journey of self -discovery. The book spoke of courage, resilience, and the power of embr acing one's true self, igniting a spark within Maya's heart.With newfound determination, Maya embarked on a quest to unearth the layers of her identity, like an archaeologist delicately brushing away the sands of time. Along the way, she encountered challenges that tested her resolve, but she pressed on, fueled by the belief that her true essence lay waiting to be revealed.Her journey led her to unexpected places – from the bustling streets of the city to the serene solitude of nature's embrace. In each moment, Maya peeled back the facade she had constructed, shedding the expectations imposed upon her by society and those around her.As she delved deeper, Maya unearthed fragments of her past – forgotten dreams, buried passions, and untapped potential. With each revelation, she felt a sense of liberation wash over her, like a bird spreading its wings for the first time.Yet, the path to sel f- discovery was not without its obstacles. Maya faced moments of doubt and uncertainty, grappling with the fear of what lay beyond the familiar confines of her identity. But she refused to be deterred, drawing strength from the knowledge that true fulfillment awaited those brave enough to embrace their authenticity.Through introspection and introspection, Maya began to weave the threads of her true identity into the tapestry of her life. She discovered that she was not defined by external labels or societal expectations, but by the unique blend of experiences, passions, and values that made her who she was.With each step forward, Maya felt a sense of alignment with her true self, like a puzzle finally falling into place. She embraced her quirks and imperfections, recognizing them as integral parts of her identity rather than flaws to be hidden away.As Maya's journey drew to a close, she stood atop a windswept hill, the city skyline shimmering in the distance. With a heart full of gratitude and a spirit ablaze with purpose, she whispered to the winds, "I am not who the world expects me to be. I am not defined by the roles I play or the masks I wear. I am simply, unapologetically, me."And in that moment, Maya realized that the true quest for identity was not about finding oneself, but about creating oneself – a journey of self- discovery that would continue to unfold with each passing day. For in the depths of her soul, Maya knew that her identity was not a destination, but a lifelong odyssey of growth, exploration, and self-expression. And with that realization, she stepped boldly into the unknown, ready to embrace whatever adventures lay ahead.
By Eric anexis 10 days ago in Motivation
The choice I made..
In the quiet corner of our bustling city, nestled between towering skyscrapers and bustling streets, there was a little pet shop called Paws & Whiskers. It wasn't much to look at from the outside, just a small sign and a modest storefront, but inside, it was a haven for creatures great and small.I remember the day I first stepped into Paws & Whiskers. I was drawn in by the sound of playful barks and the gentle purring of content cats. Rows of cages and aquariums lined the walls, each housing a different animal waiting for a forever home. As I wandered through the aisles, I couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and joy wash over me.That's when I saw him – a tiny ball of fur curled up in the corner of a cage. His big, brown eyes met mine, and in that moment, I knew I had found my companion. The choice was made before I even realized it.Bringing him home was a whirlwind of excitement and nerves. I named him Oliver, after the famous literary character who was also a survivor against the odds. From the very beginning, Oliver brought light and laughter into my life. His playful antics and unwavering loyalty became the highlight of my days.But as time went on, I began to notice changes in Oliver. He grew lethargic and withdrawn, his once shiny coat losing its luster. Concerned, I rushed him to the vet, where we received the devastating diagnosis – Oliver was suffering from a rare and aggressive form of cancer.The news hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt helpless and lost, unsure of what to do next. The vet laid out our options – aggressive treatment that offered no guarantees or palliative care to keep Oliver comfortable in his final days. It was the hardest choice I've ever had to make.In the end, I chose to focus on making Oliver's remaining time as comfortable and enjoyable as possible. I filled his days with all his favorite things – long walks in the park, endless belly rubs, and plenty of treats. We made memories together that I will cherish forever.As Oliver's condition worsened, I never left his side. I held him close, whispering words of love and gratitude for the joy he had brought into my life. And when the time finally came to say goodbye, I was there, cradling him in my arms as he slipped peacefully away.Losing Oliver was like losing a piece of myself. The grief was overwhelming, but in the midst of it, I found solace in the knowledge that I had given him the best possible life, filled with love and happiness until the very end.In the months that followed, I struggled to come to terms with Oliver's absence. But slowly, with the support of friends and family, I began to heal. And as I looked back on our time together, I realized that the choice I made – to open my heart to Oliver – was the best decision I ever made. Despite the pain of losing him, I wouldn't trade a single moment we shared for anything in the world.
By Eric anexis 12 days ago in Petlife
Emily's blushing moment: A tale of courage and poetry..
Thethe heart of a bustling city, amidst the whirlwind of daily life, there lived a young woman named Emily. She was known for her gentle demeanor and her tendency to blush at the drop of a hat. Emily's rosy cheeks had earned her the endearing nickname "Blushing Rose" among her friends and coworkers.Despite her penchant for blushing, Emily was a confident and capable young woman, excelling in her career as a graphic designer. However, there was one aspect of her life that always left her feeling self-conscious: public speaking.Emily had always harbored a fear of speaking in front of large crowds. The mere thought of all those eyes staring at her made her cheeks flush with embarrassment. Yet, deep down, she longed to overcome her fear and prove to herself that she was capable of facing any challenge.One day, Emily stumbled upon a flyer for a local public speaking competition called "Just a Minute." The premise was simple: contestants had just one minute to deliver a compelling speech on any topic of their choice. It seemed like the perfect opportunity for Emily to conquer her fear and showcase her hidden talents.With a mixture of excitement and apprehension, Emily decided to sign up for the competition. She spent weeks meticulously crafting her speech, pouring her heart and soul into every word. Despite her nerves, she was determined to give it her all.As the day of the competition approached, Emily's anxiety threatened to overwhelm her. But with the support of her friends and family, she summoned the courage to step onto the stage and face her fears head-on.Standing in front of the eager audience, Emily took a deep breath and began to speak. Her voice quivered slightly at first, but as she delved into her speech, her confidence grew. She spoke passionately about her love for art and design, weaving personal anecdotes and inspiring quotes into her narrative.With each passing second, Emily felt her fear melting away, replaced by a sense of exhilaration and empowerment. She poured her heart into her words, her cheeks flushed with excitement rather than embarrassment.Before she knew it, her minute was up, but Emily wasn't ready to stop. She had found her voice, and she wanted to share it with the world. Ignoring the timer, she continued to speak, her passion igniting a spark in the hearts of everyone in the room.When she finally finished, the audience erupted into applause, their cheers echoing through the auditorium. Tears of joy welled up in Emily's eyes as she realized she had not only conquered her fear but had also touched the hearts of those around her.From that day forward, Emily's blush became a badge of honor, a symbol of her courage and resilience. She went on to pursue her dreams with newfound confidence, never again letting her fear hold her back.And as she stood on the stage, basking in the adoration of the crowd, Emily knew that she had truly found her voice, one minute at a time.
By Eric anexis 13 days ago in Poets
Fragment of feeling..
In the heart of a bustling city, amidst the chaotic rhythm of life, there stood a solitary figure – Amelia. Her days blended into one another, devoid of color or emotion, as she navigated through the crowds with a detached air. To the world, she appeared stoic and unfeeling, but beneath her facade lay a torrent of emotions, buried deep within the recesses of her soul.Amelia's journey through life had been marked by loss and heartache. From a young age, she had learned to shield herself from the pain of attachment, erecting walls around her heart to prevent further devastation. Her parents' untimely death had left her orphaned and alone, and since then, she had wandered through life like a ghost, haunted by memories of a past she could never reclaim.Yet, despite her best efforts to remain aloof, there were moments when cracks appeared in her armor, allowing glimpses of her true emotions to surface. It was on one such day that she encountered a stray dog, injured and whimpering in the alley behind her apartment building. At first, she ignored the creature, hardened by years of self-preservation. But as she turned to leave, a pang of empathy stirred within her, prompting her to kneel beside the wounded animal.With gentle hands, she tended to its wounds, offering what little comfort she could muster. In the quiet intimacy of that moment, something stirred within her – a flicker of warmth, long forgotten amidst the shadows of her past. As she looked into the dog's eyes, she saw reflected there a mirror of her own pain, and in that shared vulnerability, she found solace.In the days that followed, Amelia found herself drawn to the stray, returning to the alley each evening to check on its progress. With each visit, she felt the walls around her heart begin to crumble, replaced by a newfound sense of connection to the world around her. Slowly but surely, she allowed herself to open up, embracing the rawness of her emotions with a courage she had long believed lost.As the dog's wounds healed, so too did Amelia's spirit, rejuvenated by the simple act of compassion. With each passing day, she discovered new depths to her own humanity, embracing the highs and lows of life with an openness she had once thought impossible. No longer content to merely exist, she began to truly live, embracing each moment with a fervor that belied her stoic exterior.But just as she had learned to love, so too did she learn the pain of loss. One fateful night, as she made her way home through the dimly lit streets, she stumbled upon the lifeless body of her beloved companion, struck down by a passing car. In that moment, Amelia felt as though a piece of her soul had been torn away, leaving her once again adrift in a sea of grief.Yet, even in her darkest hour, she refused to succumb to despair. For in the brief time they had shared together, the stray had taught her the true meaning of love – a love that transcended boundaries of time and space, connecting two souls in a bond that could never be broken.And so, with tears streaming down her face, Amelia gathered the dog's lifeless form in her arms, whispering words of gratitude and farewell into the night. Though her heart ached with sorrow, she knew that the love they had shared would live on forever, a beacon of light in the darkness of her world. And as she walked away, she carried with her not only the memory of a faithful companion, but also the knowledge that even in the face of pain and loss, love would always prevail.
By Eric anexis 14 days ago in Fiction
The hidden chronicles.
In the heart of an ancient library, where dust danced in the shafts of sunlight and the musty scent of parchment filled the air, there lay a collection of books unlike any other. These were the hidden chronicles – tales shrouded in mystery, their pages whispering secrets untold to all but the most intrepid of readers.Among those who dared to venture into the depths of the library was a young scholar named Oliver. With a thirst for knowledge that burned brighter than the sun, he spent his days immersed in the study of history, seeking to unravel the enigmas of the past that lay buried beneath layers of time and obfuscation.One fateful day, as Oliver pored over the ancient tomes that lined the shelves, he stumbled upon a volume that seemed to beckon to him with a siren's call. Its cover, worn and weathered with age, bore no title or inscription, yet Oliver sensed that within its pages lay the key to unlocking the mysteries that had long eluded him.With trembling hands, he lifted the book from its resting place and began to read. The words danced before his eyes, weaving a tapestry of intrigue and wonder that pulled him deeper into the labyrinth of its narrative.As he turned page after page, Oliver discovered a tale unlike any he had encountered before – a story of forbidden knowledge and ancient secrets, whispered only in hushed tones by those who dared to speak its name.It spoke of a lost civilization, hidden from the annals of history by the passage of time and the machinations of fate. Its people were said to possess knowledge beyond comprehension, wielding powers that defied the laws of nature and reason.But with great power came great peril, and the civilization's downfall was wrought by their own hubris and ambition. Their secrets, once guarded with the utmost zeal, were scattered to the winds, their legacy consigned to the realm of myth and legend.As Oliver delved deeper into the story, he became consumed by a fervor unlike any he had known before. He scoured the library for clues, piecing together fragments of forgotten lore in a desperate bid to uncover the truth hidden within the pages of the ancient tome.But the more he searched, the more elusive the truth became, slipping through his fingers like grains of sand. He found himself caught in a web of deception and half-truths, his quest for knowledge leading him down paths fraught with danger and deceit.Yet even in the face of adversity, Oliver pressed onward, driven by a conviction that burned brighter than any flame. For he knew that the secrets contained within the hidden chronicles held the key to understanding the mysteries of the world – and perhaps even to unlocking the secrets of his own soul.As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Oliver's obsession with the hidden chronicles consumed him utterly. He neglected his studies, his friendships, and even his own well-being, all in pursuit of a truth that remained tantalizingly out of reach.But just when all hope seemed lost, Oliver stumbled upon a clue that would change everything. Hidden within the pages of an obscure manuscript, he found a cryptic inscription that hinted at the location of the lost civilization – a place beyond the boundaries of the known world, where truth and fiction blurred into one.With newfound determination coursing through his veins, Oliver set out on a journey that would take him to the farthest reaches of the earth and beyond. Guided by the whispers of the hidden chronicles, he braved treacherous seas, forbidding mountains, and darkened forests teeming with ancient magic.And as he stood upon the threshold of the lost civilization, with the secrets of the ages spread out before him like a tapestry woven by the hands of destiny, Oliver knew that he had finally uncovered the truth that had eluded him for so long.For in the pages of the hidden chronicles, he had found not only the answers he sought, but also a truth far greater than any he could have imagined – the truth that some mysteries are meant to remain untold, hidden in the shadows of time for eternity.
By Eric anexis 15 days ago in Poets
The currency of time.
the not so TheThe -distant future, time had become humanity's most precious commodity. With the rapid advancements in technology, people could now trade time like currency, extending their lives or even selling off moments to the highest bidder. In this world, every second counted, and every minute held immense value.One ordinary citizen, named Alex, found themselves caught in the whirlwind of this time -obsessed society. Living in a bustling metropolis where every minute was meticulously accounted for, Alex struggled to keep pace with the frenetic rhythm of life. Like many others, Alex had a job that consumed the majority of their waking hours, leaving little time for personal pursuits or leisure activities.One day, while rushing to catch the crowded subway train that whisked commuters to their destinations in the blink of an eye, Alex stumbled upon a small, inconspicuous shop nestled between towering skyscrapers. The sign above the door read: "Just A Minute."Intrigued, Alex stepped inside to find a cozy interior adorned with antique clocks of all shapes and sizes. Behind the counter stood an elderly man with a kind smile, his eyes twinkling with wisdom."Welcome, traveler," the old man greeted. "How may I assist you?"Curious, Alex inquired about the shop's peculiar name."Here at Just A Minute, we offer something more valuable than gold or jewels," the old man explained. "We sell time."Alex's interest was piqued. The old man went on to explain that Just A Minute specialized in selling short bursts of time to those who needed it most. Whether it was a minute to catch a breath in the midst of a chaotic day or a minute to savor a precious moment with a loved one, Just A Minute provided a sanctuary from the relentless march of time.Intrigued by the concept, Alex decided to purchase their first minute from the shop. The old man handed over a small hourglass filled with shimmering sand and instructed Alex to use it wisely.As Alex stepped back out into the bustling city streets, they couldn't help but feel a sense of liberation. With the hourglass in hand, Alex took a moment to pause and breathe, relishing in the simple pleasure of being alive.As days turned into weeks, Alex found themselves returning to Just A Minute time and time again. Each visit brought new revelations and experiences, from stolen moments of solitude in a busy world to cherished conversations with strangers who would become friends.But as Alex's reliance on Just A Minute grew, so too did their awareness of the true cost of time. With every minute purchased, a piece of their own lifespan dwindled away, a sobering reminder of the finite nature of existence.Despite this realization, Alex continued to seek solace in the sanctuary of Just A Minute, grappling with the conflicting desires for both fleeting moments of happiness and the elusive promise of a longer life.One fateful day, as Alex stood before the old man in the shop, contemplating yet another purchase, a sudden realization washed over them like a wave. In the pursuit of extending their own lifespan, Alex had been squandering the very moments that made life worth living.With a newfound clarity, Alex made a decision that would change the course of their life forever. Instead of buying another minute, they offered it to someone else in need – a struggling artist on the brink of giving up on their dreams.In that selfless act of generosity, Alex discovered a truth that transcended the confines of time itself. For in giving away their minute, they had gained something far more precious – a sense of purpose and fulfillment that no amount of time could ever buy.And so, as the sun set on the bustling cityscape, Alex walked away from Just A Minute with a lighter heart and a renewed appreciation for the fleeting beauty of each passing moment. For in the end, it wasn't the quantity of time that mattered, but the quality of how it was spent.The
By Eric anexis 17 days ago in Futurism
The troublesome dead sea adventures.
Once upon a time, in a small coastal town nestled by the shimmering waters of the Dead Sea, there lived a peculiar community known for their love of relaxation and leisure. Life moved at a slower pace here, as if the salty air had a magical effect on time itself. But little did they know, their serene existence was about to be turned upside down by the mischievous antics of the Dead Sea itself.It all began one unusually sunny morning when the town's residents woke up to find their beloved beach transformed into a scene straight out of a comedy. Swimmers attempted to dip their toes into the water, only to find themselves floating like buoys, unable to sink no matter how hard they tried. Sunbathers found their beach towels mysteriously disappearing into the salty depths, leaving them stranded on the shore with nothing but their sunscreen and sunglasses.As word of the strange occurrences spread throughout the town, panic ensued. The mayor, a stout man with a penchant for dramatics, declared a state of emergency and called for an immediate town meeting at the local community center.With the entire town gathered in one place, the mayor took to the stage, his voice booming with authority. "Fellow citizens," he began, "it appears that we are facing a most peculiar predicament. Our beloved Dead Sea seems to have developed a mischievous streak, causing havoc among our community."Murmurs of concern rippled through the crowd as they exchanged worried glances. But before anyone could voice their thoughts, a voice rang out from the back of the room."It's the ghost of Captain Saltybeard!" cried Old Man Jenkins, the town's resident conspiracy theorist and amateur ghost hunter. "He's come back to reclaim his lost treasure!"The crowd gasped in horror as they recalled the legend of Captain Saltybeard, a notorious pirate who had supposedly buried his treasure somewhere beneath the waters of the Dead Sea centuries ago. According to local lore, his restless spirit still haunted the shores, wreaking havoc on anyone who dared disturb his final resting place.Determined to get to the bottom of the mystery, the townsfolk banded together to form a makeshift investigative team. Armed with nothing but their wits and a few homemade ghost catching contraptions, they set out to confront the ghost of Captain Salty beard and put an end to the chaos once and for all.Their first stop was the town's historical archives, where they pored over dusty tomes and faded maps in search of clues. After hours of meticulous research, they finally stumbled upon a cryptic journal entry written by none other than Captain Salty eard himself.According to the journal, the pirate had indeed buried his treasure beneath the waters of the Dead Sea, but with a twist—he had rigged the area with a series of elaborate traps designed to deter would-be treasure hunters. It seemed that the ghost of Captain Salty beard was not a malevolent spirit, but rather a mischievous prankster intent on protecting his loot from falling into the wrong hands.Armed with this newfound knowledge, the townsfolk devised a plan to outsmart the ghostly pirate and reclaim their beach once and for all. Using a combination of cunning strategy and good old-fashioned teamwork, they navigated the treacherous waters of the Dead Sea, dodging hidden traps and booby traps at every turn.Finally, after a series of harrowing adventures worthy of a swashbuckling tale, they reached the spot where Captain Saltybeard's treasure was said to be buried. With bated breath, they dug deep into the salty sand, their hearts pounding with anticipation.And lo and behold, buried beneath the shimmering surface of the Dead Sea, they uncovered not a chest of gold and jewels, but a simple wooden sign that read:"Congratulations, ye scallywags! Ye may not have found me treasure, but ye have proven yourselves worthy adventurers indeed. May the salty sea breeze always be at yyear er backs, and may ye never lose sight of the true treasures in life—friendship, laughter, and the joy of a good adventure."With a hearty cheer, the townsfolk celebrated their victory, knowing that they had overcome their troubles with the Dead Sea through bravery, camaraderie, and just a touch of salty humor. And as they returned to their peaceful lives by the shore, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would always face them together, with a smile on their faces and a twinkle in their eyes.
By Eric anexis 18 days ago in Humor
Veiled identity....
In the bustling streets of a city where skyscrapers kissed the clouds and the cacophony of life echoed off concrete walls, there lived a man named Ethan. To the world, he was just another face in the crowd, blending seamlessly into the tapestry of urban life. But behind his calm demeanor and friendly smile lay a secret he guarded with utmost care—Ethan never revealed the real him.From a young age, Ethan learned the art of concealment. Growing up in a family where expectations weighed heavy and judgments ran deep, he quickly mastered the skill of wearing masks, each one carefully crafted to fit the occasion. To his parents, he was the dutiful son, always eager to please. To his friends, he was the life of the party, cracking jokes and sharing laughter. But deep down, Ethan wondered if anyone truly knew the person he kept hidden beneath the layers of pretense.As the years passed, Ethan found solace in the anonymity of the city, where he could disappear into the crowds and lose himself in the rhythm of urban life. But no matter how far he roamed, he could never escape the nagging feeling that he was living a lie—that the real him was locked away, yearning to break free.One fateful evening, as dusk descended upon the city like a velvet curtain, Ethan found himself wandering through the dimly lit alleyways of the old quarter. The narrow cobblestone streets were bathed in the warm glow of street lamps, casting long shadows that danced in the fading light.Lost in thought, Ethan stumbled upon a quaint café nestled in a forgotten corner of the city—a hidden gem waiting to be discovered. Intrigued, he pushed open the door and stepped into a world of soft music and flickering candlelight.As he settled into a corner booth, Ethan watched the patrons come and go, each one a fleeting glimpse into a life unknown. It was then that he noticed her—a woman sitting alone at a nearby table, her eyes hidden behind a veil of mystery.Intrigued by her enigmatic presence, Ethan found himself drawn to her, compelled by a curiosity he couldn't explain. With cautious steps, he approached her table and struck up a conversation, his words tinged with a hint of vulnerability he had long kept buried.To his surprise, the woman welcomed his company with open arms, her laughter a melody that danced upon the air. As they talked into the night, Ethan felt a weight lifting from his shoulders, as if he were finally shedding the layers of pretense that had bound him for so long.In the warmth of her presence, Ethan found himself opening up in ways he never thought possible, revealing pieces of himself he had long kept hidden from the world. And as the night wore on, he realized that the real him—the person he had buried beneath a facade of conformity—was not something to be feared, but something to be embraced.With a newfound sense of liberation, Ethan bid the woman farewell and stepped out into the night, his heart lighter than it had been in years. For in that chance encounter, he had discovered the power of authenticity—the courage to be himself, unapologetically and unabashedly.And as he disappeared into the darkness of the city, Ethan knew that his journey was far from over. For though the road ahead was uncertain and fraught with challenges, he was no longer afraid to face it head-on, armed with the knowledge that the truest version of himself was the most beautiful of all.
By Eric anexis 19 days ago in Wander