Autobiography

How I Made My First $10 by Sharing Something I Thought Was Useless
It all started with a weird question I got on Reddit... A random user DM’d me after reading one of my comments in a niche tech thread:
By 马石宝9 months ago in Chapters
Journal of Napoleon Bonaparte
Germany, France, Elba — 1813–1814 May 2, 1813 – Lützen They say I am back. The Allies believed Russia had broken me, that France would collapse beneath the weight of corpses and snow. But I have raised another army — boys and old men, yes, but enough. At Lützen, they learned the Emperor still strikes fast and hard. The Prussians fell back, astonished.
By Alain SUPPINI9 months ago in Chapters
When Hearts Collide.
Brussels was a world away from Marlowe Bay. Cobblestone streets and Gothic architecture replaced sandy paths and wooden piers. The salty tang of the sea was traded for the scent of roasted coffee and damp stone. And Ava, for the first time in her life, felt split down the middle.
By Krypton 9 months ago in Chapters
When Hearts Collide.
In Marlowe Bay, summer had its own rhythm: lazy mornings, sunny afternoons, and evenings when the air smelled of salt and hope. Ava had begun to fall into the beat of it, like a dance she hadn’t realized she was learning.
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When Hearts Collide.
Marlowe Bay awoke with a golden yawn, the sun casting shimmering ripples across the water’s surface. Gulls wheeled overhead, their cries sharp and distant. Ava watched the sunlight make patterns on the ceiling's wooden beams as she slept in Liam's bed. She had stayed the night, though they had simply talked and fallen asleep in one another’s arms. There was a calm between them now—a soft steadiness, like the tide pulling gently at the shore.
By Krypton 9 months ago in Chapters
When Hearts Collide.
The following morning brought an unusual chill to the seaside air. Mist hovered over the waves, softening the horizon. With a piping hot cup of tea in her hands, Ava stood at the railing of her porch. She watched as the fog slowly peeled away, revealing the sleepy outlines of fishing boats bobbing in the distance.
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When Hearts Collide.
The following morning, sunlight poured into the windows of Ava’s cottage, soft and golden, drying away the last trace of the storm. Tangled in sheets that had a faint scent of the sea and lavender, she slowly opened her eyes. There was a stillness to the air, the kind that only came after a night of rain—like the world had pressed a reset button.
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When Hearts Collide.
The Marlowe Bay Summer Festival was a mosaic of light and sound that filled the heart of the sleepy town with vibrant energy. Lanterns dangled above the streets, glowing like fireflies as dusk fell. Laughter and the music of a local folk band playing on a temporary wooden stage mixed with laughter from every corner. Ava observed the celebrations as they progressed from the town square's edge. She wore a casual navy dress and a loose braid over her shoulder, her sandals tapping nervously against the pavement. She wasn’t sure why she had come. Maybe it was the lemonade promise. Maybe it was the look in Liam’s eyes earlier that day. Maybe it was the part of her that was tired of running.
By Krypton 9 months ago in Chapters
When Hearts Collide.
Chapter 1: Waves of Change The sea breeze was different here. Ava Bennett stepped off the bus and took a deep breath, letting the salty air fill her lungs. She closed her eyes and listened. Waves crashed in the distance, seagulls called overhead, and the faint hum of a sleepy town morning hung in the air. It wasn’t just the landscape that felt new—it was the sense of possibility, of change.
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Journal of Napoleon Bonaparte
Russia, 1812 July 28, 1812 – Vitebsk The sun blazes, but the victories feel hollow. We have marched a thousand miles without a decisive battle. The Russians retreat endlessly, like smoke slipping through clenched fists. I offer them glory. They answer with scorched fields and empty villages. My men grow thinner, slower, quieter. Discipline fades in the heat and distance.
By Alain SUPPINI9 months ago in Chapters
The 8 Most Watched Films Adapted from Rabindranath Tagore's Works.
Introduction Rabindranath Tagore, the Nobel laureate, poet, playwright, musician, and philosopher, is one of the towering figures of Indian and world literature. His multifaceted works have transcended the realm of literature and have been translated into various art forms, including cinema. Generations of filmmakers have been inspired by Tagore's profound comprehension of human emotions, social conflicts, love, and existential questions. His stories, rich in psychological depth and human drama, have been adapted into critically acclaimed and widely watched films in Indian cinema history.
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Journal of Napoleon Bonaparte
Europe, 1808–1812 May 2, 1808 – Madrid Spain burns. I thought it would be simple: remove a decrepit Bourbon king, install my brother Joseph, and bring order where there was only superstition and decay. But the Spanish did not greet us as liberators. They rose — farmers, priests, children with knives in their belts. They fight like ghosts in alleyways, strike and vanish.
By Alain SUPPINI9 months ago in Chapters