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The King's Surrender: A Symphony of Moves and Fate Chess was not mere calculation—it was a language of unspoken thoughts, a dance where every step mattered. Ethan and Amelia were its finest poets, weaving their strategies like verses, their sacrifices like whispered confessions. The Final Duel: A Board of Love and War The pieces stood still, waiting. Ethan began with controlled precision, each move like the measured beat of a war drum. Pawn to e4—an opening of ambition. Amelia’s fingers hovered over the board, deliberate yet graceful. She responded with intuition—Knight to f3, a challenge woven into the fabric of her style. The game unfolded like poetry. Ethan built his fortress, calculated, methodical. His rooks stood like sentries, his queen a blade waiting to strike. Every move a declaration—control, mastery, dominance. But Amelia played in swirls, her knights leaping like dancers, her bishops carving new pathways, defying expectation. Each move a melody—risk, unpredictability,...

The Little Lantern In the quiet village of Willowbrook, where fireflies danced in the night and laughter filled the air, there lived a little girl named Mira. She had a simple dream—to light up the world, just like the glowing lanterns her grandfather crafted in his tiny workshop. But there was one problem: Mira’s hands were too small, and the lanterns too delicate. No matter how hard she tried, they always flickered out before she could finish. One evening, as the annual Festival of Lights approached, Mira stood by the river, watching the villagers prepare their glowing boats, each carrying a lantern filled with wishes for the year ahead. She sighed, holding the broken pieces of her latest attempt. That’s when Grandfather knelt beside her. “Mira,” he said gently, “light isn’t just something you hold. It’s something you share .” She looked up. “But my lanterns never work.” Grandfather smiled and handed her a small candle. “Then use the light from others.” Mira hesitated but f...

  Driven Hearts: A Billionaire’s Gamble Beijing’s skyline shimmered under the neon glow, a city where power and ambition raced side by side like high-performance engines on a track. Yuze, a billionaire venture capitalist with an obsession for cars, believed speed was everything—whether in business or behind the wheel. Mina, an automotive mogul shaping the future of luxury vehicles, understood that true greatness wasn’t about rushing ahead—it was about mastering control. Their worlds were meant to collide, but not like this. It started with an accident—almost. Yuze was test-driving his newest hypercar, pushing 300 km/h on a private track. Mina was there to inspect a prototype. One sharp turn, a miscalculated drift, and she barely dodged the beast of a machine before it came to a halt, inches from disaster. She shot him a glare. “If that’s how you handle business, I’d never trust you behind the wheel of a partnership.” Yuze smirked, stepping out, eyes gleaming with interest. “Th...

A TRIBUTE TO PROFESSOR A.V. -MEMORIES OF SEMESTER TWO! Just a few steps from English Hall, Room 103 is a favourite for all! The place where joy and happiness bloom, That fills the cheerful 103 room. Enter Professor Veda Andrew each day, On time, always — whatever may! With books in hand and eyes that gleam, And every class feels like a dream. His handwriting is hard to decode, A mysterious script, like a secret code! He's our favourite — wise and kind, With a truly brilliant mind. A happy place where we read and learn, Where passion for English will forever burn! Hello Prof. A.V. Sir, You were the one who truly sparked my interest in learning the English language. I still remember the sessions you conducted in the Literature Laboratory—they were both engaging and enlightening. I thoroughly enjoyed every English class in the second semester and learned so much. Brainstorming was a major highlight of your classes, and it always encouraged us to think deeply. How could I forget—"...

Here’s a whimsical reimagining of Dr. Seuss’s Green Eggs and Ham—rewritten as a sushi and sake-themed parody. It captures the rhythm and rhyme of the original while swapping in Japanese cuisine Sushi and Sake (Inspired by Dr. Seuss’s Green Eggs and Ham) I am Sam. Sam-I-am. Do you like sushi and sake? I do not like them, Sam-I-am. I do not like sushi and sake. Would you try them in a roll? With wasabi, in a bowl? I would not try them in a roll. Not with wasabi, in a bowl. I do not like sushi and sake. I do not like them, Sam-I-am. Would you eat them at a bar? Would you taste them from a jar? Not at a bar. Not from a jar. Not in a roll. Not in a bowl. I do not like them near or far. I do not like sushi and sake! Would you try it with some soy? Tempura, too— Oh what a joy! Not with soy, or with a toy! Not tempura, not with joy! I do not like them, Sam-I-am. I do not like sushi and sake! You may like them. You will see. Just one bite— Come, try with me. ...Hmm... Say! I like this sushi and...

The Story of Dev & Ananya: Hacking Dreams & Hearts Dev was a cybersecurity enthusiast, always fascinated by ethical hacking and penetration testing. His dream? To build a security system that would safeguard millions from cyber threats. Ananya, on the other hand, was an AI researcher, working on algorithms that could predict cyber-attacks before they happened. Though their fields were different, their passion for innovation brought them together. Late-night coding sessions turned into deep conversations about life, careers, and dreams. Ananya would always tell Dev, "Technology can change the world, but it needs the right people to lead the way." During their final year, Dev participated in a global cybersecurity hackathon. Everything was going well—until he hit a roadblock. His security framework had flaws, and competitors were ahead. Frustrated, he almost gave up. But Ananya stepped in, offering insights from her AI research that strengthened his model. With he...