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I'm Not Rude: I'm Deaf
Every part of my being trembles when faced with bureaucratic tasks. It’s intensely triggering for me. The very thought of tackling the paperwork and navigating complex procedures is enough to make my heart race and my palms sweat.
Rot
I know the way things rot. Brown and white slime on sugar snap peas, black fuzz on applesauce uncovered and abandoned, the expanding plastic of a milk jug kept in the fridge weeks past the best by date,
Kay HusnickPublished 12 days ago in PoetsBellaDonna
As soon as the bell rang, the orphans eagerly ran outside for their playtime as they typically did, joining together to frolic and socialise, however, there was a black sheep that stood alone. Shy little Bella gazed at her shoes, conflicted about whether to feel amused or not. She was always alone and preferred it that way. Some kids are just different.
Fake It Until You Make It
January started out with enthusiasm and a spark. She had met him at a summer Shakespeare in the Park. Hadn't thought much about him after that though,
Shirley BelkPublished 12 days ago in Poets"If I Did It"
When I teach Ethics of Communication, I always give my students the debate situation below to discuss ethics of public relations:
Lana V LynxPublished 10 days ago in BookClubDiabolical Dealing
Charlene Lind found herself at the home of her therapist, Dr. Alexandra Vech, who she had been seeing for a week. What was supposed to be a session ended up becoming a desperate plea of help from Charlene as she was suddenly losing consciousness. She was cognizant enough to know that she had only a minute left until she would be out like a light.
Clyde E. DawkinsPublished 13 days ago in Fictionin her shadow
eyes always went to her first caught by her powerful feminine charms looking through me like I didn't exist it stung, but I never felt envy
BARE HUNTER
CHAPTER 15 I pulled up in front of Sandy’s a little early, so I texted Becca again and left a message for Sharon, hoping she had a good day and I’d see her tomorrow. Two cars pulled into Sandy’s driveway. I don’t know why I was surprised to see another man with her. We’d been apart for two years and I certainly didn’t waste any time getting back on the horse.
Tina D'AngeloPublished 11 days ago in ChaptersFrankie's Song of the Week: Espresso - Sabrina Carpenter
A little something different from me while I deal with the strain of writers block. I thought I'd do a song of the week, because I have been surely annoying my neighbours and my friends with this absolute musical GEM. I am of course talking about Espresso by Sabrina Carpenter.
Frankie MartinelliPublished 13 days ago in BeatPints & Parkruns: Jubilee, Spennymoor
If MC Escher created a parkrun, it might look a bit like Jubilee. Based in a compact – but surprisingly lovely – park in the small County Durham town of Spennymoor, it twists and turns its way up repeated hills. Although basic physics says it must come down again, somehow this route never feels like it gives runners a proper descent.
Andy PottsPublished 12 days ago in LongevityKeila’s Korner
A Bi-weekly article for Proud ViM Productions: I apologize for skipping out on having a “Korner” last Saturday – Real Life and Taxes got in the way of Procrastination. But good news-you’ll get to see me two weeks in a row!
Proud ViM ProductionsPublished 12 days ago in WritersEclipse
Every now and then, a dark moon rises: looming over your head, Casting a dark blue light onto the room, and onto the silhouette of you.
Kali MailhotPublished 14 days ago in PoetsGossamer
"Murray! Wake up!" He loved that period between waking and dreaming. To him, it was like entering another dimension; more of a dreamscape than dreaming itself. There was an otherness to it that he wanted to grasp and yet deeply respected the fact that it could never be his totally. This is what gossamer was; flighty and light, a wisp of smokiness, an idea suggested but not fully revealed, a slit in cloth, a copse in the wood.
Rachel DeemingPublished 14 days ago in FictionA CLOSE ENCOUNTER
Stars twinkled brightly in a moonless sky, reflecting in the calm waters of Lake George in the Adirondack mountains of upstate New York. It was a warm August night, as we laid back in the boat, marveling at the magnificent Milky Way. Dark skies made the stars more brilliant at this time of year, especially during a new moon, causing wonder and enchantment. We never tired of stargazing while floating on water, a truly immersive experience.
Jon H. DavisPublished 14 days ago in FictionCapturing Magic
In the world of photography, timing is the key to everything. While skilled compositions and technical proficiency are undoubtedly crucial, the perfect lighting can create the perfect photo. Nowadays, we can determine any light ourselves and are no longer dependent on any natural light source, thanks to the developed technology. We can turn every day into a night by using the right filters. And we can illuminate every night to be seen as a day. A typical process, especially in the film industry.
Krishan MubasharPublished 14 days ago in PhotographyBlossom
A dead past does not put a halt to a new future. A year later, Kaffy, a highly intelligent, creative, bookish, and preppy Nigerian-Canadian 15-year-old girl was released from juvenile prison. She was arrested and charged with petty theft and assault, and was sentenced to a year in prison. Her sentence was supposed to be 6 months for stealing a lollipop, a chocolate bar, a pack of playing cards, and a bag of Cheeto's cheesies from 7-Eleven, but she received another 6 months for kicking, punching, and hitting another female inmate across the face during an altercation in the canteen.
Talia DevoraPublished 15 days ago in FictionExercise In Moderation
I try to exercise everyday, If I don’t my muscles can stiffen up. If you over due the exercise, muscle can cramp up. Moderation is my key.
Mariann CarrollPublished 13 days ago in LongevityFeeding the Eclipse
Every dream that comes true Comes with a price, Like this newborn infant In my arms at the hospital, Putting herself between me and the world.
Rebecca MortonPublished 11 days ago in PoetsThe Dangling Bead
My life is splashing before my eyes, as I precariously suspend and prepare for the end, the consumption of my Self and identity. I know that gravity will be the victor in this struggle. Like a pendant, slipping from the chain, the tension has caught me in this moment, bestowing one last gift of reflection. I cling desperately, questioning my purpose. Searching for comfort. And I remember…
Leslie StavenPublished 10 days ago in FictionPatch of Wonderment
There comes a point in time when you realize that time is your forever. Which of course you already knew but the span of people is setting in as well. At this point you’ll remember the small things, except they’re the big things to them.