Beyond Myriad Peoples Novels & Stories

She asked, clearly dripping in curiosity. "It's.... It's called Marazona. I'm not so sure you've heard of it. But over there, only females exist". "Females?? So....how do you reproduce? How do you give birth?" "We don't. I mean..I haven't seen anyone give birth. We're just growing. There's....there's no new one among us". "Whaaat??? This is just super crappy amazing" she exclaimed and I wondered what she meant. "So, you're trying to say....you're just like a community and you don't have any new ones amongst you? So, how did you came to be in the first place? Did you guys just fell from the sky or what?"

Outside, birds chirped obliviously, the neighborhood going about its day like my world hadn’t tilted on its axis. Three doors. Three different lives. All waiting for me to pick one. I blew gently into my coffee and took a sip, letting the bitter warmth fill my mouth. It tasted like reality, unforgiving, sharp. And I hated how I didn’t have any answers. Only questions. Only aching uncertainty. Noah. Micheal. Liam.

I endured the cold and this physical exercise of going around a mountain to gaze upon the heavenly valley with lush green nature and my favourite animals that I was promised by my parents. The know my weakness, my love for animlas and nature, but still won't get me a dog. Every time I ask my mom to get me a pet she says I am enough but she is also right it's hard to take care of pets and my parents don't have thst leisure of time. We all had to come here today for my mother's departmental research. Her team members are also with us. 'We are really close' she yelled with joy calling out to the people behind us, informing them our approaching destination. They waved back to us showing they und

“Ancient times?” “Shut up Michelle. Don't make me smack you". Michelle giggled again. “In the ancient times which was written that way in the book I read, there was an old woman who lived with her grandson. They stayed in a little house away from civilization. No one knew where she came from. They would only see her and her grandson out in the village once a year to get supplies that would last them throughout the coming season. People whispered amongst themselves calling her a witch because there was no way the things they got lasted them that long but no one ever asked questions. They often said she went home and multiplied them with her powers.

And why did I feel like I had just witnessed something I shouldn’t have? A memory then sparked. A rumor. It was a story I had heard in school years ago. We were kids then, sitting in a circle while the power was out, swapping ghost stories. Someone had whispered about doubles—people who looked exactly like you, not twins nor relatives, but strangers who shared your face. The story went like this: everyone has one—a doppelgänger. But you’re never supposed to meet them. If you do, bad things happen. I’d laughed it off back then and called it simply superstition, another story to frighten children.

Aisha cringed, she didn't want to think about it, it would hurt her to see the innocent girl without legs. "And why are they not operating it yet?" Ben was concerned. "Money right?" She knew that was the reason they were delaying things. "Yes, and her grandmother is just a poor old woman using her little savings to take care of her granddaughter. Her parents left nothing for them, you know it was an accident that claimed the lives of her parents?" Aisha said and Ben nodded, Ademide told her about it already. "Her father was a cabdriver before he lost his life in the accident, even her mother was pregnant with a baby but they all died. She was the only one who survived with a fractured legs."

Oh, the world is vast and enigmatic! Millions of people compete for power, fame and beauty. Some gave up along the way while others outlived their lives without gaining at least one but quite a lucky few just had it since the day they were born like Caress Aragon residing in the City of Gold. Rumors spread fast that in one's eyes, she gleams! Undying tattles said deities, fairies and the Almighty blessed her with the divine light.

Carolina reached for her water glass without drinking from it. Mena smiled again. “I want to thank you, first, for everything you’ve given to this space. Your vulnerability. Your honesty. Your presence. I know it hasn’t been easy, and I also know many of you have walked through deep emotional waters—grief, growth, forgiveness, reflection.” Devon sat forward, elbows on the table. Kingsley glanced at him but said nothing. “And as we enter this final stretch, I just want to invite you to make the most of it,” Mena went on. “You came here for a reason. Maybe to rediscover yourselves. Maybe to heal. Maybe to let go.”

"It's a common misconception that the older one is, the more experienced and capable they are. I have many elderly patients who doubt my medical abilities, and they would always ask who my mentor is." It could be because he had returned from overseas, but he was chattier than I expected, unlike my initial impression of him, which was quiet and reserved. I felt comfortable with him, and we would occasionally exchange harmless jokes. Before I knew it, the consultation was over, and I only remembered the reason for my being there when I felt the pain in my hands. Myles put my hands down and said, "Your bone condition is too serious, and you have problems with your muscles. You need to have a mo

Magenta. "I know that you might have a lot of fear inside you. It's never easy to get rid of those, I know but if you're not going to chase your dreams, who is going to do it for you? Your mail man? Your dishwasher? The people around you? No. There will not be anyone to chase your dreams for you. Always remember that." I said and before leaving the podium, "Go beyond your boundaries, you will never regret it." * * * "I'm sorry if we were late. You know already that I am managing this painting org for children. I couldn't leave as soon as I want." Dandara said to start off our conversation.