Would you like to swop? Sometimes, on a difficult morning when my phone alarm is determined to ruin my mood, I imagine trading days with someone else—maybe the cheerful woman I see at the bus stop or the

It’s right there, burning a hole in my pocket. My ticket out of here. I’ve thought about this moment for years, replayed it in my dreams late at night: stepping onto the bus, waving goodbye, not looking

In the middle of the year 2023, I began to have high blood pressure that was tilting towards hypertension. Which means I was slightly hypertensive. Before now, my blood pressure rarely crossed 120/80,

Hard times will definitely come, it's normal in as much the we still on earth, most times it might be, friends betrayer, over labor, or even fear. But there is this simple saying that say though time never

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I get to understand that, must time as humans we tend not to accept some certain believes, especially believe that includes spiritual stuff, here am not revering to believing on our religious ethics or

I recently went through my HP delegations, and I noticed a delegation to a fairly new person here on Hive, @leighmine. This post can help all navigate the short content Jungle here on Hive @leighmine,

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It started with silence—the kind that settles between two people when words no longer suffice. The engine hummed beneath us, steady and oblivious, as the road curled ahead like a ribbon laid on the edge

Walk this way, please. It’s not just a direction—it’s an invitation. A call to follow, to trust, to move toward something new. Maybe it’s a soft voice echoing down a hallway, or a stranger on a dusty road

** "Cluster Fork"** When I hear "cluster fork," my mind splits in a dozen directions—kind of fitting, actually. It sounds technical, chaotic, maybe even a little futuristic. One moment,

Imagine a red carpet event, paparazzi flashing lights, a sparkling banner overhead that reads “Welcome to the Annual Award for Idiots!” No tuxedos, no fancy gowns—just mismatched socks, shirts worn backward,

a MORSEL is like a narrative wrapped in a moment rather than just a little bite. That final piece on the plate everyone eyes but nobody wants to take. It's what remains after the laughter, the actual object

There’s something oddly rhythmic about the daily grind. The way the morning alarm slices through dreams, dragging you from a warm cocoon into a world that demands your hustle. Teeth brushed, face washed,

The night was restless, stretched wide like a yawning mouth, swallowing the last whispers of the wind. The trees stood still, petrified by the presence of what gathered below. A crowd, a writhing, undulating

​The doors are locked, the signs removed, and the people left in confusion—another polling station has been shut down. Across the city, citizens arrive with their voter cards in hand, only to find that

Don’t Pick That The object lay there, innocent yet suspicious. A shiny coin, a crumpled note, or perhaps something less material—an idea, a temptation, a fleeting moment of curiosity. Your fingers twitch,

Life is a puzzle of moments, each piece scattered across time, waiting to align. Some believe in fate, trusting that things will eventually fall into place. Others believe in effort, in the power to shape