HiveDiscoMod Curation Compilation #198

“Look at you, pathetic”. This was enough to make Lisa turn from the window, and stare at the little girl who’d said it. “What? ” Shella, shook her shiny brown curls and slurped on her frosty Kool Aid ...

 Tunde hastened his pace down the dusty road, his forehead greased with sweat. The furrowed lines on his face deepened as his eyes closed in a squint because of the blinding sunlight. On both sides of the road, there were huge umbrellas with wooden tables under them. Some displayed fruits, some coolers with signs reading: “Food is ready” ...

The sun just set, the market was crowded, and people were going about their daily business. Sade sat on her plastic seat in front of her shop and watched them as everyone was talking at once. Some were dragging their feet, and some were not. Sade was a grocery seller in a very small and modest shop ...

Welcome to the 24th edition of the Hive Community Spotlight series! Over the past editions, we've read and learnt from the stories of amazing and inspiring Hive members. Today, we feature a remarkable individual who balances motherhood, writing, and active participation in the Hive ecosystem. We are delighted to have @amberkashif on the spotlight today ...

Greetings from a beautiful Sunday, I hope you all have started to accumulate Hive in your wallets because in a few days we have our Power Up day. Attendance has been quite low lately and I'm guessing it's because of the summer heat, but there's always an excuse for those who are not active, right? Summer heat, winter cold, work, rain. But it's time to shake it off and get back to the Hive, my friends! ...

Hello and Welcome to the Wall Street of Hive, and I will be your host, PuddleFarts! In today’s news, I bring you thrilling stories of jealous whales, the sleepless man, witches & wizards and a relentless door. Before I come out with all the juicy details, do not forget to like and follow my very original news here on Hive. What are the Headlines? ...

Saludos, hivers lectores, feliz de poder compartir nuevamente un tema propuesto por @ericvancewalton, en su columna de Lunes de Memorias, un espacio fabuloso para recordar todo aquello que nos genera felicidad y en esta ocasión le toco el turno a los placeres sencillos que disfrutamos en la vida. Greetings, hivers readers, happy to be able to share again a topic proposed by @ericvancewalton, in his Monday of Memories column, a fabulous space to remember everything that generates happiness and this time it is the turn of the simple pleasures we enjoy in life. Si de hablar de placeres se trata, siento que soy una persona dichosa por estar en el lugar correcto porque eso me ha permitido vivir muchas cosas que ahora veo han sido de gran importancia y aunque esta, mi ciudad natal no es la gran cosa, pues; aquí llegan muchos turistas, inclusive he constatado que varios usuarios han visitado esta tierra que me vio nacer y eso de verdad me llena de orgullo y satisfacción porque no todo el mundo tiene la dicha de poder disfrutar constantemente de un majestuoso paisaje como el que puedo observar desde la ventana de mi hogar o desde cualquier parte de la ciudad. If we are talking about pleasures, I feel that I am a happy person for being in the right place because that has allowed me to live many things that I now see have been of great importance and although this, my hometown is not a big deal, well; here many tourists come, I have even found that several users have visited this land where I was born and that really fills me with pride and satisfaction because not everyone has the joy of constantly enjoying a majestic landscape like the one I can ...

These days I had the pleasure of reading a publication in the community about the childhood memories of @mamaemigrante where she tells about some forgetfulness that her mother had as a child and that marked them in some way, when I read her story I immediately remembered a similar event in my family and it is the one I come to review today. My brother's childhood I will go back to the age when I was 13 years old, when my brother Luis was 7 years old and in second grade. At that time we lived in my grandmother's house, in a large neighborhood that represents a parish of the municipality and is far from the more urban city, about 30 minutes by private car. My brother was different since he was a baby, he was born with his eyes closed like the children of that time because those of today are born with their eyes open, but he had a very marked strabismus, his eyes were completely white, hiding the colored part, later it was known that it was the product of a bad birth, since he fell in childbirth and the doctor literally caught him in the air, paralyzing the muscles and tendons of his eyes ...

Tears welled in my eyes as I watched the Sunset dip lower beyond the horizon, a blazing orb in the deep orange Sky, the fleeting colours of dusk was gradually fading, lovingly reminding me that the end of one journey is the beginning of the next. I gazed longingly at one of the most beautiful gifts Nature had given, a tear or two trickled down, tracing the contours of my face but I quickly wiped them away with the back of my hand, I didn't want to torture myself more than I already had, I was twelve now, and a big girl. The moment of truth came when long hours of studying and burning the midnight oil were rewarded with an admission into the secondary school of my choice, It was one of the most prestigious Catholic secondary schools in my state. Grandma had beamed with pride and many wondered how a damsel from the village made the top list, how she managed to achieve such a feat ...