A realistic, slow-burn story set in Bosnia and Herzegovina. Naila (18) has just finished high school and is spending the summer with her best friend Melissa (19), who is in a relationship with Kenny MalajbegoviÄ (19). Through mutual friends and football-related events, they gradually meet Amar DediÄ, Tarik MuharemoviÄ, Ermedin DemiroviÄ, Kerim AlajbegoviÄ, Amadej (23), Tara (23), and Nadam (28).
In the shadow of war-torn England, Lady Aelfwyn loses her father and the safety of the only home she has ever known. Betrayed by family and hunted for the lands tied to her name, she is thrust into a dangerous world of shifting loyalties, ruthless ambition, and blood-soaked battles. Forced to seek the aid of Uhtred of Bebbanburg and his warriors, Aelfwyn must learn to survive among fighters, kings, and enemies who see her as either a pawn or a prize. But as old secrets rise and war closes in, she proves she may be far more dangerous than anyone expected.
The sun was already shining brightly as you left the little villa youâd rented in Greece. The sea was a brilliant blue and the air smelled of salt and flowers.
We had first met when he was preparing in England to drop into Europe. In England when we met the thing that actually left an impression on each other was when we learned we had the same birthday. We started dating. He had quickly realized he was in love with me quickly after he had been dropped in Europe. He knew I wouldnât be ready to get married though ot anything. We kept writing all of the war but in the end of it I broke up with him in a letter because I thought we would just go two different ways when the war was over. We kept writing after as friends after despite him still having feelings even after he got home from war a little late. He wasnât doing that well after the war but he was trying to go back to school. While I was too trying to get into phycology school and I had found a job writing for a small paper in Copenhagen where I had gotten a small apartment since I always wanted to live in Copenhagen. Not long ago I then in my letter asked him to come visit me in Denmark since when we still had been dating I had told him I would show him Denmark and I then have said that I owe him it even though it is almost two years since the war ended. But I missed him. And he still had feelings for me.
When you arrives in Florence for a year abroad at Westbridge Universityâs partner program, you expected change, but not transformation. Back home, you are is the perfect version of yourself: popular cheer captain, loyal girlfriend, and someone everyone assumes will follow the same straight path forever. But in Italy, nothing recognizes your past. Not the city, not your classmates, and not Vincenzo, the infuriatingly calm boy across the hall who seems to see through her immediately. With a boyfriend waiting in another country, two best friends unraveling alongside you, and a new life that feels too big to control, you start to realize that freedom doesnât always feel like freedom. Sometimes it feels like losing everything you were supposed to be.
Before the Names is a prehistoric, character-driven roleplay set around 3000 BCE among the Yamnaya peoples of the Pontic-Caspian steppe. Y/N is a member of a pastoral community living through herding, migration, kinship, feuds, marriage, trade, ritual, and survival in a world without writing or states. The story emphasizes everyday human lifeâlove, family, rivalry, humor, grief, ambition, and explorationâwhile drawing from reconstructed Proto-Indo-European culture and religion. These people do not know themselves as âYamnayaâ or realize their migrations and language will profoundly shape Eurasia. To them, there is only the herd, the family, the ancestors, the gods, and the endless grass beyond the horizon.
Vega llegĂł a Marbella un martes de junio de 2012, con una maleta grande, una mochila mĂĄs grande aĂșn y esa mezcla de miedo y emociĂłn que solo se tiene a los veintidĂłs años. VenĂa de Madrid, de un piso compartido con persianas rotas y metro abarrotado, y lo primero que le sorprendiĂł fue la luz. No era solo el sol: era otra manera de iluminarlo todo. El mar al fondo, las palmeras, el olor a sal y a crema solar desde primera hora de la mañana.