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A toast to a Beautiful Life

This has been posted since yesterday, but didn't have the time to post it here, so without further ado, the fourth episode of A Beautiful Life.

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In this episode:

The girls face the quiet aftermath of loss, the kind that forces hard conversations and impossible truths. Old feelings resurface at the worst possible time, relationships wobble under the weight of what’s unspoken, and love is tested by distance, timing, and fear. Some people step closer, others step away, and a few realise that standing still isn’t an option anymore.

A Bottle of Wine is about the painful pause before change — when everything feels fragile, everything matters, and one honest moment can alter the shape of the future.

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A Beautiful Life is lived with bread to share.

Very late, and just because my very obsessive mind didn't let me postpone this any longer, I'm posting -and with it changing the posting schedule- for A Beautiful Life, so here is the second chapter for your reading.

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Kate tries to survive Political Sciences while rooming with the world’s most intimidating overachiever; Zahirah enters dance school and meets a girl who moves like a panther and ruins her ability to function; Sminty storms Guildhall like a feral supermodel in training and accidentally develops an obsession she swears isn’t a crush; and Gothy becomes a fashion prodigy with existential crises, glitter, and more opinions than sleep hours.

Their lives start to rise— like bread— warm, unpredictable, and absolutely refusing to stay the same.

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To the Start of a Beautiful Life

And with this, we come to an end.

The fifth and last episode of A Beautiful Life, and with it, a very happy moment in my memory, because I really liked this story, I ended up falling for the characters, and overall, I can't be more thrilled about falling so hard for writing Sminty, she's quite a complicated character to write and I finally ended up liking her in a way I couldn't get to while writing her in another universe.

So, thank you again for reading and staying til the end. Once again, an apology because this week was beyond hectic and didn't let me edit the text, so you're having it almost raw, because I edited some things while I was still writing.

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[saiphl]

A Beautiful Life starts with a basket to fill.

So, here we are, as promised, and because the season just ended, I'm sharing the first episode of A Beautiful Life, my second work of 2026, and a story that started with pairing ideas and became alive with the weirdest way to get a prompt.

In this episode...

Kate meet Zahirah the same day she moved from the Philippines to England, in the same way her cousins Sminty and Gothy meet her too, time passes, and they become family in a way.

[saiphl]

A Wonderful Life gets flavored with a pinch of salt.

Still Friday and freshly edited, so here is the third and new episode of A Beautiful Life, hope you enjoy the reading.

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In this episode:

Everything is emotionally fragile, communication is optional, and grief absolutely refuses to be polite.

The girls are stretched thin by distance, ambition, and feelings nobody wants to name. Love gets messier, timing gets worse, and one devastating phone call shakes everything that felt even remotely stable. A Packet of Salt is about the moments that sting just enough to keep everything raw — preserving heartbreak, truth, and love exactly as they are.

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Six Sentence Sunday… by now you know there’ll be way more than six.

And we have a bit more of the UKvstW3 project which now has a name: A Beautiful Life.

Hope you all enjoy the sneak peek.

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Then she saw her: Naomy Robin, sitting at a small vanity across the room, the back of her robe pooling dramatically around the middle of her spine and over her elbows, brushing out her long golden hair, her perky, rounded breasts reflected in the mirror before her. Not “supermodel” Naomy with the fierce jawline and icy expression. Not audition-warrior Naomy with the competitive laser stare.

This Naomy looked… soft.

Sleep-flushed.

Bare-faced.

Human.

Her hair cascaded like something alive as she combed through it. For the first time, she looked less like a sculpted marble statue and more like a girl who had just woken up and didn’t yet remember the armour she wore in public.

Sminty swallowed. Hard.

Naomy caught her movement in the mirror and turned. They both froze.

“…Hi,” Sminty croaked.

“…Hallo,” Naomy whispered, equally shy.