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Fashion trends in jewelry
Times have changed, and with it, people’s views of what trendy jewelry should be like. While in earlier times, pretty pearl necklaces were the go-to option, nowadays, it is all about chunky chains and multi-colored statement pieces. Recent times have witnessed a growing demand for a bit of single statement jewelry paired with simple outfits like sweatpants and such. So, in this article, we will check out the trendiest pieces of ornaments that have become the talk of the town and a mark of Indian jewelry in USA.
By maaya fine3 years ago in Fiction
10 Comic Books Deemed Too Hot to Handle
10 Comic Books Deemed Too Hot to Handle The name of the 1954 book by psychologist Fredric Wertham's Seduction of the Innocent. It wasn't a love story or an erotic thriller, either. He argued that it was an exposé of a product harmful to young people's mental health worldwide. Those violent and suggestive comic comics were his preferred target audience. He asserted that by exposing their young readers to violence and sex, these scandalous journals fostered misbehaviour. He bent facts and other data to match his idea when they contradicted it. Although his accusations were absurd, his assertions concerned parents, educators, and politicians. Publishers started to filter their titles so that the contents would be deemed acceptable by the Comics Code Authority (CCA), which was established in 1954 by the Comics Magazine Association of America, and they also contributed to the comic book industry's voluntary self-policing. Surprisingly, some publishers, including the biggest and best-known in the business—Marvel Comics and DC Comics—continued to censor their own works even after publishers voluntarily withdrew from the censorship programme. These 10 comics were thought to be too hot to handle. They were consequently censored by their own publishers.
By Paul Smith3 years ago in Fiction
Passing Through
Ireland is a nation of rich history and diverse peoples. They preserve their ancestry in their legends, myths, and faith. This will be a continuing story of a young woman's journey to the land of Fae. Taking place in the late fifteen hundreds, I wanted this tale to teeter on the brink of myth and reality. This is part one, and I'll update it every week with more.....
By Emily Marie Concannon3 years ago in Fiction
An Old Leaf, The Tree, And The Kid
A leaf twirls and falls to the ground. Spinning, swinging, revoluting. An old leaf, almost brown, trying hard to stay back amongst the lot many friends it has perched on the branch. But it's time. Time to leave. Time to amalgamate with mother earth. In its lap. Sleep. Peacefully. And await the rebirth again, next spring, atop one of those branches. Green, cheerful, happy. The cycle shall continue.
By somsubhra banerjee3 years ago in Fiction
Roman Soldier
He had a picture of Mercedes in his hand. She, a national symbol of the Ukrainian woman every young soldier wanted to marry and start a family with in the countryside. Yet she’d been taken away from the electro night clubs filled with house music and used to gain information on a Russian Mail Order bride site. Only the tale of her rescue spread across the frontline with soldiers facing each other, and the risk of coronavirus; the reason their mouths were covered with facemasks.
By Cyrus Emerson3 years ago in Fiction
A Nightmare turned into Serenity!
A week ago, Standall, a high school student, was returning home late at night, humming tunes of old folklore music. All of a sudden, he put brakes on his bicycle because he saw a trail of Blood trickling down the empty dark street, illuminated only by a single street lamp.
By Syeda Ayesha Arshad3 years ago in Fiction
Fresh Fruit with a Rotten Taste
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. He wanted some quality time. It was his idea to rent this cabin and drive up the mountain in the middle of nowhere. And yet, here I am driving while he’s asleep in the passenger seat as we traverse this darkest country road. As I was moving forward, I saw brief glimpses of beauty all around me but it all fades into lost memories within seconds. Me, I have never truly been able to really figure out where life begins and where it ends, where I begin and where he ends. Like a snowflake, the memories melt as soon as they touch my skin. I don’t want to think it, but I know there is rot inside me. I don’t even know the man sitting next to me anymore. He’s lost to me. I don’t even know who the father of my child is anymore. Where did this all go wrong for me, why has God forsaken me. I look to the sky and I try to pray. I ask God to bless my mind and fill it with Christian thoughts, but the devil has a strong pull. “Idle hands” as they say, but that doesn’t mean anything at the end of this rope. The umbilical cord around my neck like a noose guiding me up to the burning heavens. Or maybe its just another hot flash. I wonder if my baby is as poisoned with Satan’s seed as my mind has been fondled by his hands. If I crash this car, if I just let go and close my eyes.. Is my baby doomed for hell? Am I the reason for it? Or will it all be forgiven and will this child within me be allowed past the golden gates of his grace.
By Geena-Maria van Dijk3 years ago in Fiction
The Prince & The Warlock
The Prince & The Warlock Once upon a time there was a young 16-year-old prince named Ryuga of the kingdom of Zerapha. One day the prince was doing some training in order to become a knight. After months of tutelage. Ryuga’s master, Sir Ivan, assigned him to gather an eagle feather, a piece of quartz and a wolf pelt in order to complete his training and become a full fledged Knight of Zerapha. The eager prince wasted no time mounting his horse Silver and setting off on his quest to find the three items. Ryuga encountered a vicious Timberwolf bent on eating him and Silver while prowling through the woods. The prince fiercely fought off the animal with his sword and shield although he received a few claw marks on his knee and left arm. However, Ryuga slayed the powerful wolf with a strong slash to its heart, and skinned the beast’s grayish-white fur pelt. After gaining an Eagle feather from climbing the highest tree in the forest. Ryuga struggled to find the quartz that would complete his test until he found some men harshly beating a man tied to a tree. So tell us where you hid the vault keys, fool! Easy there mate this guy is unpredictable; isn't that right Voren? The tied-up man made a cocky smile and said, then you should know better than to do something stupid like this.
By Kylecovey Smith3 years ago in Fiction
Him Again
"We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin." I knew that I needed this Break but I shouldn't be here with Him. What if he strikes a Change and decided to abuse me out here alone in the snowy Dunes... Who will then come and Stop him or check on me?? I was nervous around him but I Looked calm and cool. I smiled slightly more so that he feels he has my attention. I stared out the window into the Face of the Cabin it seemed miniature. I couldn't concentrate my thoughts because he was still blasting music and Shouting outrage Lyrics to N.W.A
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 years ago in Fiction
