The day you left, it felt like I lost a diary in which I had been writing for so long. Now all that memories flashes in bits and pieces inside my head always and makes me wish that I could sit back and read it all over again.

— Akshay Vasu

The Democrats would like you to believe that the USA is the 'Greatest nation on Earth'. Is this true? The Republicans answer this question by stating there is a need to 'Make America Great Again

— Steven Magee

The house was safe again, although a little bit more untidy, but at least Fluffy didn’t have to worry about big nasty two headed roaches chasing him down the hall anymore.

— Christina Engela

There are no such words like "over-dreaming" or dreaming without "biometric verification". You can dream over and over again! You don't need a certificate to dream big!

— Israelmore Ayivor

There is an easy way to silence your critics; just try to do what they say you can't do. If they are still not content, do more of it! Keep doing it until you become a master. Then look around, and you will see fewer critics and many compliments!

— Israelmore Ayivor

There is freedom in stepping out and taking risks when you know at any given moment, you can always begin again.

— Eva Gregory

There is no tomorrow.it is always today. Tomorrow is the fleeting and minute distance.between hope & once more.once again!

— Victoria June

The situation come back again, but you will not act like before again.

— Sohail Umar

The smiles of ancient souls That bless this, Our space to live and learn And urge us on to shine again…

— Scott Hastie

The TSA liked having fresh agents on the job. Fresh agents with a clear mind and steady hand. Time travel wasn’t for the faint of heart. The pay was good though, but as Scooby had decided long ago, that even if he didn’t get paid for it, the thrill alone was payment enough. Then again, the TSA realized they couldn’t afford to have disgruntled employees with too much time on their hands and the power of the gods at their fingertips, so the pay was very, very good. Debriefing was routine. And how he hated routine! His supervisor was a senior agent called Guy Drummer, a rather drab character who liked his shiny silver suits almost as much as he liked to go over every little detail at least three times. Minimum. This time everything went right, so it went quick. Twenty minutes later, tired, he clocked out and went home to his small apartment. Tomorrow, after all, was another day again.

— Christina Engela