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King X

Prompt: Write a short story on how the letter X became a protagonist in the world of mathematics. X, the unknown king. . . . . This was an alternate reality, something that exists in the fabric of time far away, another world where equations were not only what we used to solve problems, but they were beings, fully sentient material entities that were able, perceive, assimilate, think, and solve for themselves. The name of this reality is the Rubix Realm. There was a myth. He was a legend. He was called X. Most people didn't know if he was real. But then, those who were aware, those who were around during that time, they spoke of a variable whose disappearance changed the reality as they knew it. The world then was a world where there wasn’t any equation that was not solved. Ever since X disappeared, in the tribe of Calculus, in the tribe of Algebra, in the tribe of Geometry, in the tribe of Differential Realms, things never remained the same. 2000 years later, their rea...
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Ayo 🌱❤️

You are a friend I’ve known since forever. It all started back in secondary school, when everyone used to call you Madara, as in Uchiha Madara. I always found that name quite peculiar. I watched you from afar, gentle, soft-spoken, and incredibly intelligent. Even then, you were a force to be reckoned with. With your silent perseverance, you and the rest of our group of geniuses would compete among yourselves over who could master the chemistry, physics, and biology textbooks. I have always admired your strength. I have always admired your resilience. I’m really glad you were able to conquer every single obstacle that came your way, to live your life the way you wanted, and to come out so strong and admirable. We graduated in 2016, and it has been exactly ten years since then. I’m glad that after a decade, you now have something so great to offer the world. I’ve had conversations with you many times at different points in your life and mine, and all I’ve ever seen is someone special, so...

The thin line.

This content was created on the second of January 2026. I've decided to journal about my life now, my lived experiences, claim back my identity. Because for years now all I've been doing is floating. 2025 was a win, but it was all done on auto pilot. I was in my mind most of the time, stuck between the past, present and future, not sure which one to live in. People don't talk about what comes next after you've used up your strength to the point where all you have left are fumes. Everything keeping you steady suddenly runs out and then you're left in limbo, surviving yes but never truly living. You still get things done, still get called excellent but only you know what the voices say about you not yet living up to your potential.  To understand where it all went wrong, first you need to go back to the beginning or rather the end, the time in your life when the camel's back broke. Then retrace your steps, see how it influenced your choices, your habit...

Her mind's scars.

 ©2022 by Idowu Taiwo Deborah. *Her Mind's Scars* Brought to you by the Christian Writers and Readers Club. ****** This woman smiled and she looked beautiful while doing it. She ate and she looked content while doing it. She cared for others and she looked genuine while doing it. She was so dissociated in thought that for seven years her mind that was part in three had no idea that the life was slowly leaving her eyes. This woman was stuck in time. Stuck in 2015 where her mother died. It was like her brain automatically went to survival mode. The brain was so intelligent that it allowed her retain her usual 'light' but unknowns to her, she was already disconnected. How can one think they were alive while already dying? How can one still be living after continuously drowning?  The brain kept her body alive but everything that used to make her happy slowly ceased. And because her mother who died amidst wolves called 'in-laws' was the only cover she had, slowly she fou...

Happy Birthday 🎉

 A good friend of mine asked me to write something special for her. It's also her birthday today.🤗❤ This is for you dear.❤ . . . Why do we need birthdays?  Why do we need a day to remember that we are still alive? I think the question answers itself, no? We celebrate birthdays to appreciate the beauty of life. To remind someone that we're still here, still kicking, still hopeful, still thankful. It reminds us of age, that we are no longer kids, it reminds of responsibilities— nature's way of asking for our quota to the human race.  But if you didn't even give one dear, you existing is enough. On this special day, when you think about how far you've come, may you smile and rejoice, may you be thankful for the highs and lows and look forward to many more years ahead. Birthdays are great, because only the living celebrate life. Happy Birthday Ajibola. Continue to live graciously and prosper.🤗❤ . . . . Taiwolilly🌼

Your Ghost

  I see you, in this moment. You're hurting, but even while in the rain, your pain isn't getting washed away. You have your back to me but I want you to look at me. I hold your hand, you stiffen. I turn you around. You're afraid because I'm making you feel. And you don't want to. I lock eyes with you and smile. I raise my hand to your cheek and I can't tell if the wetness is still the rain or now your tears. I dance in the rain and you watch me. I see a faint smile dusting the corner of your lips. I don't want your ghost, I just want you.

Far, far away (A song).

Dedicated to Phaserprime(Monijesu) ❤️ We live far away.  We're from far away. Now I know this land ain't mine.  This place ain't mine.  Were from far away. Now we're living as strangers, in a foreign land.  When will we go home? Everybody's telling me that I've overstayed my welcome, welcome. Even I know this ain't my home. I know that I'm from, far away.  Yeah. I'm from far away.