Holiday Launch There’s no parade. No fireworks. Just a quiet alert that pops up once a year: “Today is Backup Your Brain Day.” No one knows who started it. Some say it was a rogue neuroscientist. Others

Bismillahir Rahmanir Rahim Assalamu Alaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuh. Hello my dear friends. I am @rasel72. From #Bangladesh. Like every day, today's day started at around 7:30 am. To be honest, I

Bismillahir Rahmanir Rahim Assalamu Alaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barokatuhu. Hello my dear friends. I am @rasel72. From #Bangladesh. Like every day, today I woke up around 7:30 am. Then I went to the washroom

Bismillahir Rahmanir Rahim Assalamu Alaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barokatuhu. Hello my dear friends. I am @rasel72. From #Bangladesh. How are you all? I hope you are all well. I am also well, Alhamdulillah.

Look... It wasn't my idea to start all this. I mean it. It all started as a silly thing, a phrase, something you say without thinking too much about it. We were all together, remember? When everyone started

A tale, perhaps, too quickly told. Where lies the pause – a moment to reflect, when instant response we've come to expect?

Sé que me escuchas, ingrato extraño, que me destruyes y me haces daño. Con ese rostro de tempestades, no es el destino, solo es huraño. Busca y rebusca, cual vieja frase, suena distante, como en desfase.

In shadows deep, where dreams had died, A heart once broken, bruised, and tied. But from the wreckage, softly grew, A love reborn, both fresh and true. The tears that fell, like gentle rain, wiped off

Hello my dear friends. I am @rasel72. From #Bangladesh. The day started at around 3 am. I was suddenly woken up by mosquito bites. Even after sleeping with a mosquito net, mosquitoes entered the mosquito

Sueño ingrato que desgarra, muestras poco y me desarmas. Vuelves tenue y, aunque perdido, no recuerdas lo vivido. Buscas excusas y desamores, siempre regalando flores. Ingrato extraño que me conmueves

In the village of Eldenmoor, nestled between foggy hills and a woodland too darkish for even the bravest hunters, lived a identify solely spoken in whispers—Morvena, the Heartless Witch of Blackthorn Woods.

Bismillahir Rahmanir Rahim Assalamu Alaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuh. Hello my dear friends. I am @rasel72. From #Bangladesh. How are you all? I hope you are all well. Alhamdulillah I am also well.

Bismillahir Rahmanir Rahim Assalamu Alaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuhu. Hello my dear friends. I'm @rasel72. #FromBangladesh. Image source As the days go by, we are getting more and more into technology

Bismillahir Rahmanir Rahim Assalamu Alaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barokatuhu. Hello my dear friends. I am @rasel72. From #Bangladesh. How are you all? I hope you are all well. I am also well, Alhamdulillah.

Being a busy month for me I have been inactive for months This is my first entry in the community of free writers I wish to express how some of my experiences I have been engaged in so much agriculture

Beauty is a strange thing: we find it in the simplest places and lose it so easily. What some find beautiful, others see as the complete opposite. And how can we not talk about those rare moments when

His Famous King owned a magic 8 ball that they would sometimes experiment on. It is a funny undertaking, to most, but not to the King, who thinks that the idea was fun. Who would have imagined, a magic

Bismillahir Rahmanir Rahim Assalamu Alaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuhu. Hello my dear friends. I am @rasel72. From #Bangladesh. We face reality every moment of life. What we do not imagine in life,

Kraw, one of my dear friends in the other world (he was a trickster demon who eats lies and speaks bluntly) oozed from the shadows, his dark eys narrowed. “Blade stinks of kunu-rage, ” he rasped. “Sour.

Supe que había sido elegida cuando los grilletes helados se cerraron sobre mi piel. No eran humanos, claro. Los Colonos llevaban décadas entre nosotros, infiltrados en las sombras, preparando su gran obra: