Wings of the Golden Dawn: The Angelic Defender’s Rise

High above a kingdom bathed in dawn’s first light, a mysterious angel descended from the shimmering sky. Her alabaster wings glowed with an otherworldly brilliance, and her long golden hair flickered like spun sunlight in the gentle morning breeze. Clutched in her hand was a slender blade, forged from starlight and bound with ancient magic—an elegant weapon fit for a divine protector.

Upon her arrival, blossoms of every hue unfurled in welcome, transforming the once-quiet path into a riot of color and sweet perfume. Villagers whispered in awe, calling her the Angelic Defender. Rumor spread that her mere presence could banish gloom from even the darkest corners of the realm.

But she wasn’t here to simply pose and dazzle the onlookers. With each graceful step, she brought renewed hope and courage. Legends foretold that when threat loomed, she would cross the threshold between worlds, an unbreakable guardian standing watch over those who prayed for deliverance. Her smile promised safety; her blade promised justice.

And so, with the morning sun at her back and rose petals drifting at her feet, the angel of golden dawn pledged to protect the innocent and keep the kingdom’s dreams alive—forever soaring toward the horizon of infinite possibility.

Susy and the Magical Sunset

 

Once upon a time, in the quaint seaside town of Sunhaven, lived a cheerful girl named Susy. Known for her sunny disposition and her favorite yellow dress, she was a ray of light in everyone’s life. Susy had a special connection to the ocean, spending hours by the shore, her toes digging into the sand as she dreamed of adventures far and wide.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of pink and orange, Susy noticed something unusual—a small bottle washed up on the shore. Intrigued, she picked it up and found a note inside that read:

"Dear Finder of This Bottle,

The magic of the sunset is yours to discover. Follow your heart, and the answer will shine bright."

Curiosity lit a spark in Susy’s eyes. She set out to explore what the note meant, her flip-flops slapping against the sand as she hummed a tune. Along the way, her cheerful demeanor caught the attention of the townsfolk.

First, she bumped into Mr. Crabson, the town’s pun-loving fisherman. “What are you up to, Susy?” he asked with a grin.

“I’m on a quest to find the magic of the sunset!” she replied.

“Well, I sea you’re up to something fin-tastic!” he joked, handing her a shiny seashell. “Take this for luck—it’s the shell of determination!”

Susy giggled and continued on her way. Next, she encountered Granny Petunia, the town’s gardener, tending to her sunflowers. Granny handed Susy a flower and said, “Remember, dear, just like the sunflowers, always follow the light!”

Susy twirled in delight, her yellow dress catching the golden rays as she ventured toward the edge of the beach where the ocean met the rocks. There, she spotted something glimmering—a pathway of light stretching across the water, as if inviting her to step onto it.

With a deep breath, Susy took a step forward, and to her amazement, she didn’t sink! She walked on the glowing path until she reached a small island covered in glowing flowers and fluttering butterflies. In the center stood a wise, talking turtle named Shelldon.

“Welcome, Susy,” Shelldon said with a chuckle. “I’ve been expecting you!”

“You have?” Susy asked, her eyes wide with wonder.

“Of course! You’ve been chosen to protect the magic of the sunset,” Shelldon explained. “But first, you must solve a riddle to unlock its power.”

Susy nodded eagerly. “I’m ready!”

The wise turtle cleared his throat and said:

"I am not alive, yet I grow. I don’t have lungs, but I need air. I don’t have a mouth, and yet I drown. What am I?"

Susy thought hard, her mind racing as she pieced together the clues. Then, with a triumphant smile, she exclaimed, “It’s fire!”

Shelldon clapped his flippers. “Correct! You’ve proven yourself worthy, Susy.” He handed her a glowing pendant shaped like the sun. “This will remind you of your light and the magic you bring to the world.”

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Susy returned to the shore, her heart full and her spirit shining brighter than ever. She shared the story with the townsfolk, who laughed at her adventures, groaned at Mr. Crabson’s puns, and marveled at the glowing pendant around her neck.

From that day forward, Susy became known as the Keeper of Sunsets, bringing joy and warmth to Sunhaven, one glowing evening at a time.

And every night, as the sun kissed the sea goodbye, Susy whispered to the horizon, “Thank you for another magical day.”

The End

(P.S. Susy left you a riddle to ponder: What has keys but can’t open locks?) 😊

My Nurse Wears Platform Shoes

 

In an alternate reality I am a rich man and I have a (bogus) condition which has led me to hire a personal nurse.  A nurse who will care for me giving me my daily dose of medicines.  She stays in my mansion and resides like a member of the family.

We are not romantically involved because she is way too younger than me.  She is not my girlfriend.  If she were then it would definitely get in the way of her doing her job, right?  But I do like seeing her sexy as she is and she let's me buy things for her.  The other day she was trying some platform sandals, she did walked a bit in them and said: "Its not easy walking in these shoes..."

I bought them for her when I was shopping by myself at the mall, but she did not seem to like them much as you can see.

She is so pettite so I thought they will make her look tall...  But it's ok...She doesn't have to wear them if she doesn't like them.   

It did come to me after... and she is right... These platform shoes could even be dangerous for her precious feet.

I think I will take them back to the store and return them... Get her a foot-rub lotion instead so I can put on her feet after a hard day's work.  Hehehe

My Helpless Romantic Lily

 

Lily had always known that her heart wasn’t cut out for war, but duty and fate had a way of putting her on paths she’d never dreamed of. As the youngest general in her nation’s history, her rise to the title had been swift and surprising. Her reputation as “The Gentle General” came not from the fury of battle, but from her kindness and compassion towards her soldiers, her ability to speak to them as though they were family, not just warriors.

Yet, as she stood on the edge of a desolate battlefield at dusk, her thoughts drifted far from the scene before her. She imagined herself back in the warmth of her small town, sitting by the river with Sam. His laughter, his easygoing charm, the way he made her feel like the world wasn’t so dark after all—those memories had become her only solace on cold nights.

Sam was no soldier. He was a writer, a dreamer with eyes that saw the beauty in everything, even in Lily, who often felt more like a shield than a person. She wondered if he still thought of her, or if the burden of waiting had stolen his patience, leaving only silence where love had once been. She had never wanted to keep him waiting so long, but her duty as general was relentless.

Her soldiers saw her as a warrior, a symbol of hope and resilience, but Lily knew her heart was softer than any blade she carried. She often found herself wandering away from camp in the stillness of night, writing letters to Sam that she never sent, pouring out her fears and her wish to return home. She would tell him how she missed the simple things—the way the breeze felt back home, the scent of the fields, and how his voice was a balm to her weary spirit.

In truth, Lily felt out of place in the field, leading others into battle. She wasn’t the kind of person who craved victory or power. She was a gentle soul who cherished peace, who believed in a world where love could conquer all. Every clash of swords, every fallen comrade weighed heavily on her heart, and she dreamed of a day when she could walk away from it all.

One evening, after a long day of strategizing, Lily stole away to a quiet corner of the camp. She gazed at the stars, wondering if Sam was looking up at the same sky, if he could feel her longing reaching across the miles. She took out a small locket he’d given her, inside which was a tiny note he had written before she’d left, promising he’d wait no matter how long it took. Holding it close to her heart, she whispered into the night, “Soon, Sam. I promise I’ll be home soon.”

The war dragged on, and with each passing day, Lily’s heart grew wearier. But she held onto her love for Sam, letting it guide her, reminding herself that someday, somehow, she would find her way back to him. And though the road was uncertain, her gentle heart beat strong, knowing that love was the greatest strength she could ever carry.