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Sunflower
Last year all of my sunflowers died. I started the seeds early and followed all the basic instructions to raise the plants, but as soon as I planted them outside, they all disappeared slowly. Supposedly the bunnies in my backyard love them as salad. This year I promised myself no matter what, my sunflowers would live. From the mistakes of the previous year, I took notes and started my seeds indoors, early. On about five egg containers my little seeds began their lives with a moist touch of soil. I kept them by the window where the sun reaches the most. From ritual watering and motivational speeches, my baby sunflowers started sprouting one by one. It is a joy to watch the seeds sprout with the potential of growing into a forest. I started daydreaming of a walk in our backyard, surrounded by sunflowers.
By Homayra Adiba2 years ago in Chapters
What’s going on?
A cold shiver ran up my spine as flooding thoughts raced through my mind. My life would change forever that day; I wasn't sure how, but everything moving forward would never be the same. I was a 6th grader, just minding my own business in pre-algebra class when I heard the call. “Mrs. Gorly, can you please have Jessica come to the front office?” “Jessica Graham?” she replied. “No, Phoenix,” they clarified, “Jessica Phoenix.”
By Jessica Phoenix2 years ago in Chapters
MEET AKIN
“Hello, you seem lost”, Chioma was startled by the voice behind her. She wasn’t expecting anyone in particular to approach her that early. Truth is, the whole campus ground confused her. She looked around and felt so lost. On her first day, she found difficulties locating her department.
By Catherine Nyomenda2 years ago in Chapters
Normal Language Understanding (NLU) versus Natural Language Processing (NLP): Unwinding the Differentiations
Normal Language Understanding (NLU) versus Natural Language Processing (NLP): Unwinding the Differentiations In the domain of man-made brainpower and language innovation, two abbreviations frequently surface — NLU and NLP. While they could appear to be comparable from the get go, they fill unmistakable needs in the realm of language understanding and correspondence. In this far reaching investigation, we will take apart the distinctions between Regular Language Figuring out (NLU) and Normal Language Handling (NLP), revealing insight into their special functionalities, applications, and the urgent job they play in the headway of man-made intelligence driven language abilities.
By Junaid Awan2 years ago in Chapters
You Know Where You Sent Her, Chapter One
Since the schism, Joe’s subconscious self and Mini-Flash Splitsville had been operating out of an old abandoned barnyard safely secluded in the wilderness beyond Boston. Besides a very modest tumbledown farmhouse, and a clutch of cavernous crumbling outbuildings, there was nothing but endless field and endless sky. Here the fenland lay flat from horizon to horizon, which was why the place had become headquarters for the rest of our heroes too, now they were united at last and preparing to make their move.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Chapters
THE HEART THAT BITES.
Lagos looked magnificent from the window she sat. The view was breathtaking and Chioma felt both thrilled and glad to have made the decision to move to the city. All her life she was confined to a one-bedroom hut on the outskirts of Nigeria, and she knew no fine buildings nor well-structured roads. All these she came across the novels that were stashed under her mattress since her room was smaller than a cubicle and lacked enough space to keep a lot of things in it. She owned very few clothes and storing them was not a grim task. Despite their unfortunate situation, her family of four children was bonded with love. They prayed, ate, sat, and told tales together. Even though they went to bed not knowing where their next meal would come from, this family of Ezeudu lived and was guided in faith. The staunch Christian home made it a routine to worship in shrines on Fridays. Every night and morning they would kneel down for prayers. There is a living and a serving God, her father would say at the end of each prayer session as he placed his hands on each one of them as a sign of blessings. The school was no issue because education was free in Annata village. Ezeudu sent all his children to study, asking them to learn as much as they could. He wished them well. Chioma was the brightest of them all, and when she was admitted to Lagos University, her father borrowed money to buy a small goat for celebrations. He slaughtered it himself and invited nearly all the villagers to join in celebrating his daughter’s brains. A small goat was barely enough to feed so many stomachs but that did not trouble Ezeudu. He asked his wife to add more water for soup purposes. And so it was known in the entire village that Chioma was leaving to start her studies at Lagos University a vastly known campus to the people of Nigeria. Indeed Ezeude had raised a brilliant girl.
By Catherine Nyomenda2 years ago in Chapters
The Healing Garden
Once upon a time in a small, picturesque village nestled at the foot of a lush, emerald-green hill, there lived a woman named Clara. Clara had spent her entire life tending to her garden, a hidden oasis of tranquility behind her quaint cottage. This garden was no ordinary one; it was a sanctuary that held the power to heal not only the earth but also the souls of those who entered.
By Badmus Loveth2 years ago in Chapters
One Woman’s Journey to Health and Happiness Through Nutritious Eating
Once upon a time, in a quiet suburban neighborhood, lived a woman named Sarah. Her life had been a roller coaster of emotions, from highs to lows, and she had reached a point where she yearned for true happiness and good health. Little did she know that her journey would be transformed through the power of nutritious eating.
By Shimo Mahmoud2 years ago in Chapters
The Desert Blooms: A Journey of Resilience
I stand under the scorching Australian sun, my boots sinking into the fine orange sand of the outback. Sweat drips from my brow, and the weight of my uniform seems to double with every step. I can feel the weight of my rifle, the echo of my father's proud words, and the expectations of my country pressing down on my shoulders.
By James Robinson2 years ago in Chapters
The Phantom of Stage 16
The first picture I ever made was called One Glance. It was the story of a man who falls hopelessly in love with a girl after catching just one glimpse of her in a crowded train station. He didn’t know her name or anything else about her. All he’d caught was a fleeting look at her face and a brief echo of her voice, but he knew he couldn’t live without her. The movie followed his ten-year journey to find her again without knowing a thing about her. I’d always thought that the story was sappy and preposterous. I never believed that someone could truly fall in love so quickly, until the day she wandered onto Stage 16.
By Rebekah Brannan2 years ago in Chapters
