What happens when society watches your windows? Story: S A Spencer Author of Popular Fictions : The Pink Mutiny , The Black Waters , Dream In Shackles 1 Anita felt the curtain shift behind her before she heard the footsteps. Dawn hadn’t fully arrived; the sky was still a soft grey, the kind that made everything look like a half‑finished sketch. She didn’t turn. She knew the warmth of that breath on her shoulder. “Couldn’t sleep?” Rayan murmured, fingertips brushing the inside of her wrist — a touch that lingered just long enough to make her pulse misbehave. Across the narrow lane, a neighbour’s window creaked open. Someone pretended to shake a towel, eyes fixed on Anita’s living room. Rayan’s hand slipped away, but not before grazing her skin in a way that made her inhale sharply. Before she could answer, the bedroom door opened. Jonas stepped out, shirtless, hair messy, blinking at the two of them standing too close in the half‑light. His gaze flicked from Raya...
Story: S A Spencer Author of Popular Fictions : The Pink Mutiny , The Black Waters , Dream In Shackles The Missing Truth “I saw a child’s photo on a green board. It wasn’t a missing person poster—it was a missing truth.” Gedhun Choekyi Nyima was six years old when he was abducted by Chinese authorities in 1995. He had just been recognized by the Dalai Lama as the 11th Panchen Lama, one of the most revered figures in Tibetan Buddhism. Since then, no one has seen him. No photos. No public appearances. No verified updates. The Chinese government claims he is safe and doesn’t want to be disturbed. But the Tibetan community—and much of the world—believes otherwise. The signboard I saw was placed by the Tibetan Women’s Association. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t angry. It was a quiet plea. A reminder that some truths are still waiting to be acknowledged. The photo was faded, the edges curled from years of weather. Yet the child’s eyes seemed to hold a silent stor...
Follow Me on Facebook Twitter When the couple planned to delay their separation until the eggs hatch, wonder happened. Story By: S A Spencer “Bubba, look at the couple inside the house, don’t you think they are fighting?” Angel, the wife Fairy Wren, said sitting on the railing of the alfresco of the house in the Western Sydney suburb of Glenwood. “Where?” asked Bubba, her partner, casting a questioning glance at the four-meter-high native bush parallel to the backside fence. “Not at the bush stupid, that one is our home. Humans live in brick structures. Look through that large glass.” She pointed her beak towards the glass window. Bubba hopped and changed his position. A faint bird-smile appeared in his beaks, “Oh, that man and woman? Yes, they’re shouting. But don’t we also shout when we are happy, or celebrate something?” Angel came closer and touched Bubba’s beaks with hers, “I love you, Bubba. You are so naïve. Don’t understand between a joyful sh...
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