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Before the plot twists and the hero’s journey, there’s always a living room, a favorite chair, and a heart full of dreams. 🛋️✨ #EveryStoryStartsAtHome
I ate Grandmother and waited for the girl.
“What big teeth you have,” she said.
Then she pulled out a pair of pliers.
Grandmother had neglected to mention why the child was banned from visiting. #flashfiction
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CeeDee Lamb on his favorite part of this picture he posted on Instagram: “Everybody hated me, because I scored a touchdown. But that’s fire, though. That’s everything that I’ve dreamt of. I’m just embracing the whole moment, seeing Philly fans who they are. Glad y’all can see it, too.”
On the guy in the Lamb jersey drinking the Don Julio: “Oh, yeah. Shout out to my man.”
She had things to do. Important things. Then she found a patch of shade and opened her book. By the time anyone came looking, she had survived a betrayal, fallen in love, and decided dinner could be sandwiches. I hope you find your next read today, and remember, dinner can be sandwiches.
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Somewhere, Raistlin is judging the lack of precision, while Fizban is wondering why everyone was standing there. Meanwhile, the wizard is explaining that he did, technically, end the encounter. The fighter had three children, the rogue was two payments away from owning a tavern, and the cleric had specifically asked everyone to spread out. But sure. Tell us again how much damage you rolled.
What is your story really about? Beyond the plot, what are the underlying themes? Good vs. evil? The cost of power? The importance of found family? What is your core message as an author? What do you want to be known for? Drop a quote from your book that captures it, or share a detail that reveals what you were really trying to say. 👇
It is so wild to contemplate what these naval battles would sound like with so many cannons firing. So much smoke, flying splinters, and other ways to die. This was a time of true adventure.
The Royal Navy in the early 19th century had a handful of ships with 100+ cannon.
The HMS Victory was one of them.
100 guns was a hell of a lot.
To compare to land battles - even in absolutely massive engagements like Borodino and Wagram there were about 500 guns a side.
At Austerlitz Napoleon had about 150.
So a single first rate ship-of-the-line had artillery nearly equal to an army sized land force.
These were seriously big investments.
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More people need to know that those "bodies" you see from Pompeii aren't really statues, replicas or mummies.
And the story of discovering what they really are is even wilder.
When Mount Vesuvius erupted in 79 AD, scorching volcanic ash buried people instantly, hardening around - 🧵/1
I wonder if the people who first saw Castle Howard’s dome catch the evening sun ever thought about how long it would stand. They’re gone now, yet here we are, watching the same light find its way across the stone. Centuries ago, someone may have stood here thinking about supper, love, or tomorrow. I wonder if they knew how familiar their world would still feel to us.
“I have not yet begun to fight” feels different when you remember he said it from the deck of a dying ship. Perhaps that is why we still remember him. Courage is easy to admire when victory seems possible. It becomes something else entirely when everything around you says surrender would be reasonable, and something inside you shouts, “Not today!”
On this day in 1779, an American captain stood on the deck of a ship that was literally sinking under his feet, on fire, riddled with holes, half his crew dead or wounded, and when the enemy shouted across the water asking if he surrendered, he roared back a line that the United States Navy has never forgotten: "I have not yet begun to fight!" His name was John Paul Jones, and what he did that night made him the founding legend of the American navy.
Understand how insane the setting was. Jones was not defending American waters. He had taken the fight to the enemy's home, cruising in a small squadron right off the coast of England itself, terrorizing British shipping in their own front yard. His flagship was an old, worn-out French merchant vessel he had converted into a warship and renamed the Bonhomme Richard, in honor of Benjamin Franklin's "Poor Richard." It was slow, tired, and outgunned.
Off Flamborough Head, Jones ran into a British convoy escorted by a brand-new, faster, more powerful Royal Navy frigate called the Serapis. By every rational measure, Jones should have run. The Serapis was a better ship with heavier guns. Instead, Jones attacked.
The battle that followed, fought into the night under a rising moon, was one of the most savage ship-to-ship duels of the entire age of sail. Early on, disaster struck the Americans: two of the Bonhomme Richard's big old cannon burst when fired, blowing apart their own gun crews and leaving Jones dangerously short of firepower. The Serapis hammered the Richard mercilessly, its heavier guns tearing the American ship to splinters, opening holes below the waterline, setting fires. The Richard was being destroyed.
So Jones did the only thing that could save him. If he could not win a gunnery duel, he would not fight one. He drove his ship straight into the Serapis and lashed the two vessels together, hull against hull, muzzle to muzzle, so close the gun crews were practically fighting through each other's ports. Now it was not a naval battle so much as a brawl, and Jones's American and French sailors and marines could rake the enemy's decks with musket fire and grenades from the rigging.
It was in the middle of this hell, with his ship clearly sinking and afire, that the British captain called over, reasonably, to ask if the Americans had had enough and wished to strike their colors. And Jones, standing on a doomed deck, gave the answer that became immortal: he had not yet begun to fight. And he meant it.
The turning point came from above. One of Jones's men climbed out on a yardarm over the enemy ship and dropped a grenade down through an open hatch into the Serapis, where it touched off a chain of gunpowder charges. The explosion ripped through the British gun deck, killing and maiming dozens of men in an instant. The fight went out of the Serapis. Its captain, his own ship now wrecked and burning, finally surrendered.
And here is the almost unbelievable ending. John Paul Jones had won, but his own ship was beyond saving. The Bonhomme Richard was so shattered that it slowly sank over the next day, and Jones had to move his victorious crew onto the captured Serapis and sail away in the enemy's ship, because his own had gone to the bottom. He won the battle and lost his vessel, all at once.
The victory made him a hero on both sides of the Atlantic, a symbol that the infant United States could carry the war to the mightiest navy on earth and win. To this day, the Navy calls John Paul Jones its father, and it teaches new sailors his answer from that burning deck. Remember September 23, 1779, and the man who was sinking, and on fire, and outgunned, and answered a demand for his surrender by saying he had not yet begun to fight, and then proved it.
There is something strange about the Dallas Cowboys star. It is only a symbol on a helmet, yet it seems to make every victory larger and every failure louder. Perhaps that is the price of being held to America's standard. The world magnifies the stumble, but it also gives the man who stumbled a choice: resent the eyes upon him, or become someone capable of standing beneath their gaze. Maybe wearing the Star has never simply been about handling success. Maybe the greater test is learning how to carry disappointment without allowing it to change who you are. When things are good, the cheers are deafening. When things go wrong, the criticism can be just as loud. Somewhere between those two extremes, a man has to decide who he really is. Perhaps that is what CeeDee Lamb and Dak Prescott understands. You cannot ask for the celebration and then hide from the disappointment. Character is rarely formed beneath the confetti. More often, it is formed the morning after the loss, when the cameras are still watching and you choose to stand back up anyway.
Five minutes is all ALMA needs. There is no beast giving chase, no blade in the darkness, no warning worth hearing, only curiosity, innocent and hungry, leading someone toward a fate they cannot yet understand. Perhaps the oldest horrors know this about us: they do not need to drag us into the dark. They only need to leave the door open. The darkest doors rarely need locks. Human curiosity is usually enough to open them.
Your first sale matters. Your 100th sale matters. Your first five-star review matters, and so does the message from a stranger who says, “I loved your book.” Celebrate the small wins. Finished the chapter? Celebrate. Solved the plot problem? Celebrate. Hit 50 reviews? Celebrate. Someone you’ve never met bought your book? Definitely celebrate. Indie authors spend enough time doubting themselves. Give yourself permission to enjoy the victories. There should be more celebration in the indie community. #IndieVibes






























