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Prehistory — Before Memory (c. 3 million–12,000 BCE) Early ova species diverge across continents. Upright posture, tool use, and symbolic thought arise independently in several mammalian, avian, reptilian, and ungulate lineages. Multiple proto-ova cultures emerge and fade. Fire mastery appears at least four times. Knapped stone tools vary by anatomy, from talon-carved blades to paw-weighted hammers and horn-assisted digging tools. The Neolithic Convergence (12,000–5,000 BCE) Agriculture develops almost simultaneously in several regions, driven largely by ungulate ova with long memories for seasonal cycles. Domestication of plants occurs before mass domestication of animals, since early ova view animals as fellow ovaic beings. Permanent settlements are shared by multiple species. Early reproductive law codifies ova-to-ova pairings across clans. Irrigation emerges along major rivers. Writing begins as accounting of grain, water, and labor. The River Kingdoms Era

“Unlimited Reading and Fun” There is education. There is unlimited reading. But, education is not unlimited reading. It’s really “limited” reading. For a class in school, maybe I was just reading 2 or 3 books for 5 months. Just 2 or 3 books for a class in school. 2 or 3 books. Or, maybe 4 books if I was lucky. That’s limited. That’s not unlimited. People do have unlimited reading for entertainment and fashion. However, when people do unlimited reading, they usually don’t give reports. Book reports are often homework in schools for education. Of course, for unlimited reading, people usually don’t give book reports. They probably just enjoy fiction and fantasy with ignorance. Did you graduate from school? Well, if you did, you were only getting a “degree” for learning. A “degree” is not unlimited reading. You were just taking a specific plan for goals and certification. It’s a degree. But, it’s not “unlimited” reading. We can do unlimited reading for pleasure, imagination, and

NOTE: I wrote this story a few months ago, originally posted on Instagram. I aspire to write more one shots hopefully or a full-fledged story. I'm not really a good storywriter but I hope you guys will still like, nonetheless. "We're almost there, Felicia. Just a little more." says Ace sprinting the way to the anticipated spot while pulling onto Felicia's paw. "Woah Ace ! Hold on ! I don't want any spiders on me !! It's night time now, nya-!" says Felicia with a frightened tone. Ace chuckles. "Don't cats EAT spiders and other small bugs ?" teases Ace. "Ew ! Not me, I prefer something more gourmet." says Felicia feeling disgust at the cat revelation Ace has said. "What if I fried them up for ya ?" Ace continues to tease. "You can eat them yourself if you'd like, Ace." says Felicia. "I do know humans do eat crickets, grasshoppers-" "Poor little dudes. I wouldn't eat bugs, you're crazy, Feli." says Ace with a raised brow. "Then why are you asking me if I would eat bugs ?" Ace

Nights like these, I wouldn’t wish upon my worst enemy. I wouldn’t wish them upon myself. But I live them. These nights are never ending. Haunting. Dark. I know this—I must know by now... Insomnia... again... Countless hours spent staring at the ceiling and remembering...but only the worst. These hours need to be cut short. And so I leave the bed and open the window. Now, countless hours are spent staring at the sky. If the hours are countless, these stars are too. None of them are mine. None of them are my fate. None of them resemble me. But then I look at the moon, and things change. One moon. One woman staring at it. One mind full of countless thoughts. One sky full of countless stars. One night full of countless hours. If I told you that each star I saw resembled one of my thoughts, would you understand how complex it is inside my mind? These nights draw the life out of me. And there’s not much I can do but look at the moon and think. And think. And think. Think. The breeze sends

Something I’ve learned over the years is that if we ever had to introduce our world to outsiders from some strange, distant planet, the hardest part wouldn’t be the cities, or the species, or even the fact that giraffe ova like myself complain about low ceilings. The hardest part would be explaining what feels so obvious to us that we forget it ever needed explaining. So, I’ll start simply: Everything alive on this planet is ovaic. Every tree, every beetle, every whale breaching the sea, and every thinking, speaking ova reading these words belongs to the same reproductive class. We all produce ova, and we all need to pair with other ovaic beings to reproduce. Two are always required, not because of any tradition or law, but because our biology demands cooperation. No one here finds this evolution any more remarkable than gravity, simply another immutable fact of life. You may have heard rumors about something called the “androic,” but you won’t meet one. No one ever has. The term

Have we lost our minds? That's one of many questions I have. After everything we've been through, after everything life has put us through, after everything we put each other through... You're telling me this is rational? That we are rational? That human being is rational? To some point, but not completely. Look at us. There's nothing rational about the way you look into my eyes. You should hate me for leaving you. And there's nothing rational about the way I'm still worrying about your well-being. I shouldn't care after all. But you still look deep into my eyes, trying to find answers I decided to keep for myself. Why would I tell you anything else if I haven't felt heard before? ... I still check on you, while you're looking elsewhere. I notice all the scars on your skin, all the pain you've been through. I see life hasn't been fair to you. ... I notice the way you got older and I wasn't there to witness it as we planned. Truly, have you ever asked yourself whether God was mad at us

Did I manage to lose everything by loving it purely? Or did I never have anything in the first place? For a while, it felt like I had the world. Every single fragment of it. It felt like I had everything. One by one, I lost all of them, all of the fragments. I don't know how. I don't know why. I just kept loving as much as I could. ... Is love nothing but loss? ... People say that all the love you put into the world will return to you, in a different form, sooner or later. How do I believe that, when all I did was love and get abandoned? No one had the courage to actually confront me and tell me that they do not love me any longer, to leave me. I'd just sense a different tone, a different approach, they'd look at me differently, they'd appear to be different themselves. Out of nowhere. And I should believe that it wasn't all in vain? The way I gave myself to the people I loved dearly. I still don't understand their need for change. We were doing good. We were friends. We were

Lakota and her boyfriend, Nakai, are sharing a romantic picnic in a lush forest. Their laughter fills the air as they bask in the warmth of the bright sun. The gentle breeze rustles Lakota's wavy, black hair, lending her a carefree and enchanting aura. Under the tender embrace of moonlit skies, Lakota and Nakai embark on a romantic horse ride through a serene forest trail. Their hands intertwined, they immerse themselves in the tranquil ambiance. Lakota's deep brown eyes shimmer with adoration for the natural beauty around her, and her heart dances to the rhythm of their shared journey. A hidden spot beneath the sheltering arms of an ancient tree becomes a secret haven for Lakota and her beloved. After an exhilarating hike, the mist-kissed sunlight caresses their skin, evoking radiant smiles. Lakota's wavy hair, tied in a ponytail, dances in harmony with the wind, echoing the palpitations of their adventurous hearts. In this intimate setting, their love blooms like the

I kept myself hidden my entire life. Yes. You've seen parts of me I allowed you to. But those are only fragments of an idea of me. That is not who I am. I am not the success I've managed to reach. I am the bravery it took me to continue living after dying over and over again. I am not the things you get to read. I am my own story. I am not that complex as they say I am. I am a simple person of fine tastes. I am not a villain in everybody's story. I am the villain in my own. I am not all those achievements they made me reach. I despise them. All of them. I am more than that. And yet, you only get to see a fragment of it, a fragment of me. Never the whole story. Never the whole me. It is a large bite. I don't blame anyone. I can't even manage to eat it. And so I starve myself. And everything has a purpose, they'd say. But that's exactly why I started doing things that had no purpose, at least not to me, out of spite, to burn what didn't serve me, to leave and not look back. You see

``Was i look into the night sky..All reminds it me of is times how much times..how much thing time we have befour death..how much we can do or thing we could have done in the past: how much can we do in the present and future. It remind of the stars..at night you can see the star..it so pretty to look at, i also know what i looking at is the star and the stuff in outer space like the planets,the rock,cosmic,asterism, stuff hiding away in between spaces and times reminded. It me of the dark blue sky how in the day it so bright and light to being dark and mysterious like someone putting a cloak around them trying to hide them self or because they cool. it remained me of the deep blues waves like ocean it control by the wind,the planet itself and the moon,It also remained me of the moon, it texture and just the way it look it look so perfect it the opposite of are planet orthe verison of are planet if it didn't have life beautifulness of the planet and my peoples. That is what the the

“Politics and Reading Voice” Do you read the newspaper with your voice? Or, are you always “quiet” for the newspaper? If you are always “quiet” for the newspaper, you cannot read the newspaper. And, therefore, you do not bear politics. The politics exists. But, you never realize politics. You are without in the direction.

Based on Penny's 4 heart event On a sunny Summer day Squid was walking through Pelican Town, enjoying the walk despite how uneventful it was. The farm chores were already taken care of and there were no upcoming events to plan for, so he didn't have anything in particular to do. As he wandered past the Saloon, Penny's trailer caught his eye. The two of them had been hanging out much more lately and he decided to pay her a small visit. “Hello? Is anyone there?” He knocked on the door and opened it, peering inside. It didn't take long for him to see Penny trying to clean something. She noticed the door opening and paused what she was doing, looking over. “Oh! Hi Squid! I was just uh, busy cleaning some things around here.” She glanced down at the counter she was wiping off. “It gets rather messy in here and I was hoping to fix some of that…” The young man stepped inside, closing the door behind him. “I can help, if you need it.” “Really?” Penny blinked at him with slight surprise

Haunted Shadows: The Devil's Stone Luther Chapter 14 Seeing Jon burst from the doors and what looks like he is walking towards us, I looked up to see him in complete distress and unnerved. I moved my hands away from the temples of my forehead and was hoping to talk to Jon after what just happened, but it seems like he didn't just burst out of the doors but even the front doors of the building, it was like he left without telling us what is going to happen now, so I looked at the others and even they looked at me with confusion. "Should we go after him?" I asked either Wesley, Cody or Tristan but they all looked like they just wanted to let him steam off in the cold weather. "Let him be, whatever he has in mind, I hope he can talk to us about what is really going on after he cools himself off," Wesley said as he was doodling in his sketchbook, he held his book in an angle that I can see out of the corner of my eyes. Wesley is drawing something that isn't like his other sketches, it

[Author's Note: A while ago, I made a fanfic based on the the "Choose your guardian" DLC concept and some artwork by bittenhardly. This is a sort of alternate route to that story, centering around the "Princess Quest" ending rather than the "Dismantle Vanny" ending. Now, for those of you who don't know about the "Choose your guardian" DLC concept, I'll explain it here: Its a concept for Security Breach where Gregory is helped by a different animatronic instead of Glamrock Freddy. In this story, the animatronic to team up with Gregory is Montgomery Gator. As usual, if you spot any sort of grammatical errors, please let me know in the comments and I'll fix the problem right away! With this out of the way, please sit back, relax, and enjoy the story!] (Disclaimer: Most of the beginning of this fanfic is copied from the "v1 version" so as to save time, albeit slightly edited. So for those of who wondering why the start of this story seems copy and pasted, there's your answer.) Monty and

The moonlight hit through the open window but the bunker beds were far away, same as a long journey in the middle of the dark highway finding for the next gas station as if it were the case. "Hey, psst Sancho." - Juancho said. "What is it?" - Sancho said "So ... Are we finally gonna take that class tomorrow?" "I dunno, why?" "I need to finish that essay, at least advance something." "You can do it other day, I dunno." "Huh? ... ok then." 10 seconds after. "Candys." -Sancho said. "Hahaha, that was unbelievable, we were nuts, and the stray cat haha." -Juancho said. "Hahaha I know, I guess went a bit far but I'll do it again." "A bit far? Are you sure? heheh I dunno, I don't wanna get in trouble." "But why? we did what he asked for, didn't we? it shouldn't be our fault." "Yeah but I feel bad about him, he always have to ask for help, he's always alone." "Hey, not our problem, besides he's to old for being in charge, he should be thankful that we walk by." "I just hope