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Democracy- a government system by the whole population or all the eligible members of a state, typically through elected representatives. Diplomacy- the profession, activity, or skill of managing international relations, typically by a country's representatives abroad. 2. the art of dealing with people sensitively and effectively. Respect- a feeling of deep admiration for someone or something elicited by their abilities, qualities, or achievements. 2. due regard for the feelings, wishes, rights, or traditions of others 3. admire (someone or something) deeply due to their abilities, qualities, or achievements. 5 Communication Skills You Can't Ignore Listening. Listening is one of the most important aspects of communication. ... Straight talking. The conversation is the basis of communication, and one must not neglect its importance. ... Non-verbal communication. ... Stress management. ... Emotion control. Acceptance- 1. the action of consenting to receive or undertake something

It was bitterly cold outside the Jasmine Dragon, but inside the renowned tea shop, it was toasty warm. Most people had come for more than tea—the Jasmine Dragon had become a neighborhood warming shelter during this brutal weather. Akanke had brought her family after their home had grown too cold. She now helped the shop’s proprietor, Iroh, and his family make sure everyone had warm blankets and clothes to get through the night. The scent of warm tea and freshly baked pastries filled the air, mingling with the faint tang of melting snow from people’s coats and boots. Meanwhile, her children—Ari, Aang, and her son’s partner, Zephyr—were tucked into a corner beneath thick wool blankets. With little else to do, they began discussing the book series Akanke had been reading to them. A few snack crumbs dotted the corner, and a small lantern cast a warm glow across the trio as they huddled together. The series, The Land of Stories, followed twins Alex and Conner Bailey as they

It was a warm spring day in Coolsville. The Mystery Inc. gang was chilling at their local hangout. For once, they weren't attempting to unravel any mysteries or deal with the paranormal. Nope, they're just relaxing at the malt shop. It was nice to be in their hometown without dealing with outlandish individuals in disguises. Or the occasional authentic monsters. Just four friends and one goofy talking dog. The gang seemed to be thinking of what to do to stop stumbling on all these mysteries that nearly ended with them getting killed. Three of the four members of Mystery Inc. were humming while filling out applications for various schools to enroll in the fall—Daphne for the Fashion Institution of Technology in New York. Fred was applying to Berkeley, and Velma was trying to get into MIT. Only Shaggy wasn't filling out a college application. He, again, was a simple guy with simple needs. All he ever wanted was all he could eat. However, it didn't mean he wasn't a bit depressed that

Rose Long sat in her living room, livid on her mother, Iris's behalf. Her husband Jake had taken their two children camping for the weekend. Which sadly meant no cell services. Rose didn't want to burden her husband with her rage. Her parents, Garrett and Iris, divorced when she was in middle school. Part of the divorce settlement was that Garrett was to give his ex-wife half his pension. Her parents had been fighting over the issue for the better part of the last year. Her dad was making so many excuses and being a jackass in general. What he had done today made Rose beyond livid on her mother's behalf. After months of therapy, Rose's relationship with her mother slightly improved. The past abuse was by no means forgotten. However, Rose and Iris had reached a point where they could talk respectfully. Anyhow, last night, Rose had a sudden inkling that she had to call her father. Whom she mainly was no contact with. When she called him, he let slip that he planned to drop the case

The Penguin had once owned the Iceberg Lounge. However, by 2074, ownership had transferred to a distant relative—the Penguin's great-something nephew. Unfortunately, none of the patrons who came to the Lounge cared enough about the genealogy of Gotham's infamous criminal family tree. They just appreciated the Lounge was still one of the most incredible adult nightclubs. The teens had their hot spots, but for adults? It'd always been The Iceberg Lounge. You did have to be eighteen or older to enter. Yet they still wouldn't serve alcoholic drinks to anyone below twenty-one. Currently, two female college students sat at a table nearest to the synthetic iceberg. They happily enjoyed the seals frolicking about in the water. At the same time, the curly-haired blond seemed delighted to be dressed up. Her black hair green-eyed companion certainly did not. The blond wore a light green dress with bell sleeves and a Bardot neckline. Her makeup and accessories were both flawless. Her

A story such as this needs to be told. Both to the young and the old. About a priceless friend to the very end. The school shall not be the same Without anyone saying his name He may have been a half-giant But his heart was as big as he was tall. Kindness like no other. Particularly to his little brother. For every beast, no matter how big or small. A heart so bold and true. What will we do Without a loyal friend like you? We shall miss you every day. It is such a sad sight. To know you've faded away. But you'll forever be a part. Of every heart, you've touched. No matter what. You shall be remembered forever. So rest in peace, Hagrid. Our dear, dear friend. This is not the end. Until we meet again.

Welcome to the end of Shadow Falls. I'll be sure to write a follow-up to this story someday. But when that will be, I don't know. But I hope everyone who read this story this year has enjoyed it as much as I've enjoyed writing it! Have a nice day! The double wedding of Ryan Warren and Cory Larson to their beautiful brides was the most magical event since Selene and Miles's wedding. Everyone who had helped assemble Miles and Selene's wedding somehow helped with the double wedding. All the teens and college students were members of the wedding party. They'd even donated their time and energy to make this a memorable day. They didn't have a solid theme, so it was a mixed theme for all four of their dream weddings. The wedding party themselves had decided what to wear and what colors. So, while it may have been a mishmash, it was still one unique wedding no one would ever forget. Candy and Judy gave outstanding speeches to welcome their new female family members. They also set aside a

Kelsey returned to her weekly session with Deanna Troi. The half-Betazoid could tell the young woman had had another stressful week. She gently asked what had happened since their last appointment, taking their seats. "I wrote a lot over the weekend. I was quite happy about it. However, when Monday came around? All that happiness went out the window." "Any particular reason?" Sighing, she spoke in a weary voice, "Have you ever felt that no one family or friends truly care about your feelings? Do you know what its like to hear the word 'busy constantly?" That no one can take five minutes out of their day to return a message? How hurtful it is when no one even asks once in a while how are you? If your okay? Do you know what its like to question if you even have friends?" "I can imagine at times, its rather difficult to define what friendship is to someone. Or if people are even aware, their actions are hurtful to someone else." "If I may be frank? I've never once been able to

A week had passed since Cassandra returned to Corona. The clans were getting along quite nicely, and the cousins were no exception. They're virtually glued to each other. Currently, the trio was in the conservatory. Opal stood demonstrating her musical talent to her cousins. Her grandmother, Selena's occupation back home, was the Princess of the Arts. Meaning everything in that domain was hers to instruct and enrich the lives of Stormhold. The twins listened with rapture as Opal skillfully played her woodwind instrument. Again, everyone lost in its enthralling melody. But, once again, Opal glowed brilliantly as she played. Her cousins gave her a standing ovation coloring her sallow skin. "Thank you, cousins. I'm thrilled you loved my grandmother's musical composition. Do you have something to share with me?" "Well, we both did inherit our mother's creative aptitudes, Opal," confirmed Dawn before moving over to a concealed object. "This is my latest project," removing the sheet

The copper-colored sun ascended toward the morning skies, showering the utopian municipality Crystal Tokyo in its tender, life-giving radiance. The cornflower heavens remained devoid of any clouds. Honestly a perfect June day. Gazing out of a single diamond turret of the Crystal Palace stood three little kittens. The oldest was an ebony female with snow-white ears, tail, and feet. Her ruby orbs looked striking as her gold collar where the letter "C" dangled. The middle child, and only male, had the reverse coloring of his elder sibling. His eyes glittered like emeralds, and his gold collar, the letter "A," dangled. The youngest and runt of the litter? She'd light silvery fur, shimmering rosy eyes, and wore a carmine collar with a small silver chime. One characteristic all shared was a golden crescent moon upon their foreheads. An additional trait the three siblings held in common? Like their parents, they possessed the capability of speech. Furthermore, they were essentially as

There’s a sound no one hears when a heart breaks politely. It doesn’t shatter like thunder or fall like a storm. It folds inward— soft, careful, like paper creasing under too many words. I learned early how to swallow my voice. How to smile when something inside me was clawing at the walls of my chest, a silent scream echoing where no one thought to listen. People say the night is quiet. But the night is full of voices— the ones that were ignored in daylight, the ones told be smaller, be quieter, be easier to love. So they rise. Like a lonely moon climbing a dark sky that once tried to bury its light. And maybe that’s what pain really is— not darkness, but light with nowhere to go. A heart that keeps burning even when the world insists it should dim. I’ve carried that fire in shaking hands, in tired breaths, in words I was afraid to say aloud. But the truth is— even a silent scream is still a voice. Even the moon that everyone feared in the dark still rises.

Frustration isn't an emotion that can be dealt with quickly. For some, hindrance immediately becomes outright emotional arousal. Also, it depended on what a person's definition of frustration was. Plus, how reliable their coping skills moreover self-control were when dealing with whatever was creating their difficulties at the moment. Some individuals had a high tolerance when it came to maintaining their anxiety. Others not so much. Case in point? Moroha and her younger sister Kiki were currently both extremely frustrated with their music players. They had for years old iPod shuffles. However, they couldn't get dependable sound out of either of them anymore. They'd bought new earbuds several times now, yet it didn't resolve their predicament at all. Consequently, they'd ordered off Amazon, new music players. They ended up doing this due to neither could utilize a smartphone to save their life. Plus, all they desired was music, not a million useless apps. Roughly four days later

The coppery fireball leisurely climbed into the pale blue heavens, bathing the glorious realm of Aurelais in its tender blanket of hope. Aurelais had gone from an obsolete monarchy into a more forward-thinking constitutional monarchy. This concept may go over many people's heads. To simplify, what a constitutional monarchy is? A constitutional monarchy is a system of government in which a monarch shares power with a constitutionally organized government. The monarch may be the de facto head of state or a purely ceremonial leader. The constitution allocates the rest of the government's power to the legislature and judiciary. It is also called a limited monarchy. A monarch is the head of state. However, they must follow a constitution. Most constitutional monarchies use a parliamentary system. Constitutional monarchs embody and represent the legitimate constitutional authority of the state. They are performing ceremonial and official functions in which the identity and control of

How the Magic of Friendship Grows This is my 17th one shot, and I don't know if you noticed or not. But all my YGO one-shots titles were song-based. I hope you appreciate this one-shot furthermore read my additional works. I also expect you to review, but that again up to you. Either way, please enjoy this tale and all the other one-shots I've produced and have yet to finish! Have a pleasant day! Today was going to be an exceptional day. Today four best friends were taking a day off from their responsibilities and spending time with their children. All they needed to do was successfully sneak out. It was never unproblematic for the Pharaoh and his wife to sneak out, given again they're the leaders of the nation. Nevertheless, even the royal family needs a day off once and while. There must be a balance between duty and heart. They had an obligation to Egypt, yes. However, they still had a duty to themselves, their family, and friends. For too often, the kingdom desired more then

Currently, Angela David, along with her classmates, was in English class. Their teacher, Ms. Wright, had started them on Shakespeare two weeks ago. The teacher was a major fan, given her enthusiasm for the topic. They'd already read and analyzed "Macbeth." Now they're studying a "Midsummer Night Dream." Ms. Wright assigned different people at random to read for the characters. Right now, Angela was reading for Titania while her boyfriend Bill Rockford read for Oberon. "Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania," read Bill before his girlfriend replied. "What, jealous Oberon! Fairies, skip hence: I have forsworn his bed and company." As they're only reading the Fairy King and Queen right now? Angela and Bill read a few more lines between husband and wife. "Tarry, rash wanton: am not I thy lord?" "Then I must be thy lady: but I know. When thou hast stolen away from fairy land. And in the shape of Corin sat all day. Playing on pipes of corn and versing love to amorous Phillida. Why art

This is my 18th one-shot. This does follow the ending of MLP, but it includes my OCs from my previous stories. So in my stories, Twilight is married to the Golden Horned Alicorn Prince Fledge Dreamwings. The Prince of Dreams. When I say, Fledge is the Prince of Dreams, I mean dreams people seek to achieve, like Pegasus/Helios from Sailor Moon. Not the ones Luna in charge of when people are asleep. Also, Twilight and Fledge have a son who was the first natural-born male, Alicorn. His name is Prince Dream Magic, named after his parents. So now that we got that out of the way, let's get on with the story! And as always, enjoy the story and check out my other works! The enchanting kingdom of Equestria was at peace as the governing royal couple had done their best to sustain the legacy of the previous monarchs. At the moment, the Prince and Princess of Equestria were holding court. In the many years since succeeding as rulers, both Twilight Sparkle and her husband, Fledge Dreamwings

One chilly January morning, three children stood silently by their grandfather's grave in the Dragon City graveyard. Hiccup, Boden, and Una never met their grandfather Old Wrinkly. He'd passed away when Hiccup had only been six months old. However, their mother, Valka, did her most satisfactorily to help her children know their grandfather. She ensured his legacy lived on from telling stories or having hundreds of photographs. His grave remained simple but sweet. It was a polished stone with a bronze plaque immortalizing their grandfather and his accomplishments. Their parents already owned the plot and planned to be buried here as well. One by one, the youths put bouquets of artificial blossoms in the flowerpot suspended over the burial. Hiccup took a shaky breath before speaking. "Hey, Grandpa, we hope you are doing well on the other side. Snoggletog just passed. Everyone had a good time at the party. Mom told us how you used to throw the most lavish parties for the holiday

As is typical in Beverly Hills? The weather was essentially perfect. So, of course, people wanted to be outside, despite the pandemic. They'd only just gotten back to in-class learning. Unlike thousands of people across the nation who didn't do their part to end it? Everyone in this school had done their part to end Covid. Masks, vaccinations, frequently decontaminating, the whole shebang. Presently, the seventh graders were in health class. They'd repeatedly learned the truth regarding the virus. Today their teachers were discussing various eating disorders. A young psychologist had been jointly teaching the course for the last month. The hope was that this would better enable students to understand multiple health issues' physical and mental aspects. 12-year-old Aleena Ewing dutifully took notes. Her penmanship was quite impressive. One of her mother, Clover's employees, had a sister who did calligraphy. She'd been giving her lessons for six months now. The adorable blond girl

Zeta Moon currently found herself sprawled out on her bed. The brand-new diary her parents had given her for her birthday clutched tightly in her hands. Of course, having a journal is a pretty typical thing for a teenager. However, this diary represented more then a haven for her thoughts. Her parents gave her this diary. Except this was the first, she'd been given a genuine gift from her real parents. Zeta Moon's birth name had been Kim Amy Moon. Her biological parents had been a highly affluent businessman and fashion model/designer. However, they'd perceived her birth as an obstacle to their happiness. Philip and Helena never showed Kim any love or affection whatsoever. She didn't even have a proper bedroom and absolutely no toys at all. Instead, they'd leave her for hours on end to live their devil-may-care lifestyle. Shortly after her third birthday, they put her into their car then drove to a strange building. Then without hesitation, dumped her on the doorstep as if she was