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“INTO THE UNKNOWN: MY ENCOUNTER WITH A WORMHOLE”
Fiction
I never believed in the extraordinary until I stumbled upon a mysterious phenomenon that changed my perception forever. It all started on a brisk autumn evening as I took my usual shortcut through the dense forest behind my house. The fading sunlight filtered through the crimson leaves, casting an eerie glow on the forest floor.
As I ventured deeper into the woods, something peculiar caught my eye—a swirling vortex of shimmering light amidst the gnarled roots of an ancient oak tree. Mesmerized, I approached cautiously, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear and curiosity.
Without warning, the vortex expanded, revealing a gaping hole in the fabric of reality. I stood frozen in disbelief as a rush of wind tugged at my clothes, beckoning me closer. With a surge of adrenaline, I stepped through the threshold and into the unknown.
Instantly, I found myself in a world unlike anything I had ever imagined. The sky was an ethereal shade of violet, adorned with constellations I couldn’t recognize. Strange flora adorned the landscape, glowing softly in the moonlight.
As I ventured further, I encountered beings unlike any I had encountered before—creatures with luminous eyes and iridescent wings, flitting through the air with grace. They regarded me with a mixture of curiosity and caution, as if unsure of my intentions.
Despite the unfamiliarity of my surroundings, a sense of wonder enveloped me, driving me to explore every corner of this enigmatic realm. Time seemed to lose its meaning as I traversed vast plains and towering mountains, each step revealing new wonders beyond imagination.
Yet, as quickly as it began, my journey came to an abrupt end. With a blinding flash of light, the vortex reappeared before me, beckoning me back to the world I knew. Reluctantly, I stepped through, leaving behind the mysteries of that otherworldly realm.
Back in the familiar embrace of the forest, I couldn’t shake the feeling of awe and longing that lingered within me. Though I may never fully understand the nature of the wormhole I had encountered, its existence had irrevocably altered my perception of the universe—and ignited a thirst for adventure that would never be quenched.
And so, with the memory of that fateful encounter burning brightly in my mind, I set forth on a new journey—one fueled by the boundless possibilities that lie beyond the horizon, waiting to be discovered.
This is the story of my encounter with a wormhole to another world—a tale of mystery, wonder, and the endless quest for the unknown.
“HOW TO CONCENTRATE”
Self-Help
Micro-goals are short-term, clear-cut objectives accomplished on a daily basis. These tasks are able to bridge the gap between an individual and successful productivity.
If the main goal is to lose weight for example, just “lose weight” is too abstract and obscure to be an effective goal to strive to reach. It may even prove to be demotivating for the individual, leaving them feeling like a failure. But how much weight does this person want to lose? How will they do this? It is important to have both specific primary and micro-goals.
Here is a good example of both: let’s say this person’s primary goal is to lose 6kg in 3 months. The definitive steps that person must undertake to do so are their micro-goals. Thus, this person’s micro-goals are to run 1km every day while maintaining a daily diet of 1000 calories per meal.
"HARMLESS FLIRTING”
Fiction
“Hey sweet thing!” He strutted his way over to me at the bar.
I was shocked. The audacity of this man! He even went as far as to tap me on my shoulder.
“Can I buy you a drink? You sure look good tonight!”
I wanted to melt right then and there.
Why did I come out tonight.
Oh yeah, because Steve pissed me off.
“A BRIEF HISTORY OF TIME” BY STEPHEN HAWKINGS
Non-Fiction
We go about our daily lives understanding almost nothing of the world.
We give little thought to the machinery that generates the sunlight that makes life possible, to the gravity that glues us to an Earth that would otherwise send us spinning off into space, or to the atoms of which we are made and on whose stability we fundamentally depend.
Except for children (who don’t know enough not to ask the important questions), few of us spend much time wondering why nature is the way it is; where the cosmos came from, or whether it is always here; if time will one day flow backward and effects precede causes; or whether there are ultimate limits to what humans can know.
“SCIENCE: IT’S JUST NOT FAIR”
Educational
So your school is having a science fair! Great! The science fair has long been a favorite educational tool in the American school system, and for a good reason: Your teachers hate you. Ha ha!
But seriously: Although a science fair can seem like a big “pain,” it can help you understand important scientific principles, such as Newton’s First Law of Inertia, which states: “A body at rest will remain at rest until 8:45 p.m. The night before the science fair project is due, the body will come rushing to the body’s parents, who are already in their pajamas, and shout, “I just remembered the science fair is tomorrow, and we gotta go to the store right now!”
“DRACULA” BY BRAM STOKER
Fiction
It was on the dark side of twilight when we got to Bistritz, which is a very interesting old place. Being practically on the frontier—for the Borgo Pass leads from it into Bukovina—it has had a very stormy existence, and it certainly shows marks of it. Fifty years ago a series of great fires took place, which made terrible havoc on five separate occasions. At the very beginning of the seventeenth century it underwent a siege of three weeks and lost 13,000 people, the casualties of war proper being assisted by famine and disease.
Count Dracula had directed me to go to the Golden Krone Hotel, which I found, to my great delight, to be thoroughly old-fashioned, for of course I wanted to see all I could of the ways of the country. I was evidently expected, for when I got near the door I faced a cheery-looking elderly woman in the usual peasant dress—white undergarment with long double apron, front, and back, of coloured stuff fitting almost too tight for modesty. When I came close she bowed and said, “The Herr Englishman?” “Yes,” I said, “Jonathan Harker.” She smiled, and gave some message to an elderly man in white shirt-sleeves, who had followed her to the door. He went, but immediately returned with a letter:—
“My Friend.—Welcome to the Carpathians. I am anxiously expecting you. Sleep well to-night. At three to-morrow the diligence will start for Bukovina; a place on it is kept for you. At the Borgo Pass my carriage will await you and will bring you to me. I trust that your journey from London has been a happy one, and that you will enjoy your stay in my beautiful land.
Your friend,
DRACULA.”
