Stream of Consciousness
Organic vs. Conventional: Is the Price Worth It?
Organic vs. Conventional: This is what one needs to ask whenever they are consumed by the idea of the price. Organic food most of the time competes with its conventional counterparts based on factors such as nutritional value, environmental efficiency, and price. However, is going for organic all that worth the additional cost?
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Fiction
Hidden Struggles and Coping Mechanisms
Have You Ever Experienced Anxiety? Understanding the Hidden Struggles You might think you’ve never experienced anxiety, but it can manifest in ways that aren’t immediately obvious. People experience anxiety differently, and your perception might not align with how you personally experience it. Anxiety can also affect those who suffer from it in private, making it less noticeable to others. Therefore, it’s crucial to approach others with kindness, as you may not know what they are dealing with alone.
By cathynli namuli2 years ago in Fiction
Understanding the Five Stages of Anxiety
Are You Anxious? Understanding the Five Stages of Anxiety Anxiety is a term that evokes immediate dread for many. According to Merriam-Webster, anxiety is described as a state of apprehensive uneasiness or nervousness, typically regarding anticipated danger or ill. However, the experience of anxiety can vary widely from person to person, presenting itself in various forms and intensities. To gain a clearer understanding, let’s explore the five stages of anxiety:
By cathynli namuli2 years ago in Fiction
What it's Like to Be Me
What it’s like to be me. Remember primary school? That was cool. At least it was for me. I was nothing special, just a regular primary school kid with a few friends. On sports day though it was different, that was when I ruled the school. Any running race I had, I won. It was the one lap that I loved the most and the one I would get so nervous about, even though I always ended up winning easily. Running was so much fun, I felt so free and as if that was what I was supposed to be doing. I joined an athletics club the summer after primary school finished, the world seemed like such a great place.
By Rob Watson2 years ago in Fiction
The Five Levels of Friendship: From Stranger to Best Friend
Have you ever wondered how friendships develop? How does someone go from being a stranger to becoming your best friend? While there’s no universally accepted theory on friendship formation in social psychology, there is a natural progression that’s easy to observe. Here are the five levels of friendship:
By cathynli namuli2 years ago in Fiction
Penelope Parker The Queen Of Purgatory
When a soul is too tainted for heaven and too pure for hell it goes to a void in between called Purgatory. Penelope Parker was a soul on the brink of damnation. After discovering her husband had left her and her newborn child to start a family with his ex she turned to alcohol and drugs as escape. The up and coming district attorney had lit candles and had offered herself sexually for Xanax while her baby slept in a playpen in the living room. After the deed she popped Xanax and drank herself into a deep coma like sleep. Unknowingly a candle fell starting a fire that would take her babies life. She woke to the screams and cries of her charred baby girl and held the burnt remains as the baby died in her arms. Consumed by grief and guilt she then grabbed her pistol and took her own life
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Fiction
Thoughts
As our awareness matures, our perception of experiences transforms significantly. We may go through the same events, but our reactions differ depending on the level of our consciousness. The more our awareness matures and our inner peace grows, the simpler and easier life's experiences become. It is we who change, not the experiences.
By Warm vanilla 2 years ago in Fiction
Make Me A Martyr
By the time you read or hear this, it will be too late. In exactly two minutes and fifty-four seconds, armed military personnel will burst through that door and take me into custody. There will be no trials, no court of law- just my swift and merciless execution.
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Fiction
The Dolphin Guardian. Dedicated to Tiffany Gordon, our Vocal Superhero who loves dolphins.
It all began in 2021 when a kind heart met Vocal Media. "Not all heroes wear a cape". Some see their names up in bright lights, some quietly go about spreading joy and cheer practically unnoticed as they serve their medley-ed smorgasbord community with grace and kindness.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Fiction
Half-Blood Royalty | Severus Snapes' Daughter & Harry Potter's Younger Sister
This story, although associated with Harry Potter (I don't own the story or characters whatsoever - this is strictly just a fanfiction. I originally got this idea through the idea of "shifting" and decided to write out scenes in book form on Wattpad.), will not play a part with the canon universe of the books or movies. This story is indeed a fanfiction where Lily and Severus had a friendship/relationship that wasn't severed due to that day at Hogwarts when Severus called Lily a mudblood (in this "universe", although The Marauders and Severus still don't get along whatsoever, that moment never occured - it's my fanfiction, it's how I made this story made sense). Another thing about this fanfiction/non-canon storyline is that all children of deatheaters automatically get the "dark mark" at the age of fifteen. No matter what. I know it's not exactly how it went down in the books, but I just felt like it'd be the perfect way for Voldemort to keep growing his army... because obviously why would the villain rely on getting people to join him when he can simply use a little trick of his wand and automatically get the children of his followers to immediately be a part of his alliance. Plus, this theory fits so well to why he always had the same families in his pocket and I kind of don't hate this "headcanon/theory" at all.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet2 years ago in Fiction
Falling for Him
The sun had fallen behind the clouds now; leaving a gorgeous red-orange color in its place as it slowly disappeared out of sight. The ocean waves were crashing for miles ahead, growing bigger as the wind slowly picked up the closer we were heading towards nightfall. My father had told us of the storm that was supposed to brew up by nightfall, but Jeremy insisted that tonight just had to be the night we both took a late-night boat ride through the ocean. Something 'bout how he wasn't sure when we'd ever find an opportunity as perfect as tonight. All my best friends told me over and over that I should get myself prepared and pampered in preparation for this boat trip... a small part of me was hoping they had a good hunch. It has been about three years... a good hunch is as good as any.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet2 years ago in Fiction
