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QUESTION: Jobs You Can Mess Up, And Still Have A Job
Dear Weatherman, Are you serious?! I plan my days based on the words that you say, and with every new broadcast it changes. I packed the umbrella, you said, 80 and rain, now it's 30 below, would you care to explain what the deal is?
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about a year ago in PoetsShow, Don't Tell.
Show, don’t Tell! Anyone who fancies themselves a writer will have been told this at some point. It’s writing 101. Most of you will be nodding along to this thinking, “Listen up, Noobs, man’s about to throw down some classic advice.”
Shane DobbiePublished about a year ago in JournalSee You Soon
Locking the door behind me, I quickly find a hefty chair, wedge it in front of it, and check the room for anything unusual. The neutral colors in the room make the room feel warm and cozy. Yet, it smells of bleach, Fabuloso, and stale smoke. And I can’t shake the feeling that I am going to die.
Una SavagePublished about a year ago in Fiction- Runner-Up in Passing Ships Challenge
The Final Final
Teaching is undoubtedly a taxing career. There are days that chip away at my resolve and I start to question everything. It’s the days when I work 16 unpaid hours on the weekend just to keep my head above water. It’s the days when what I think are brilliant lesson plans end up in chaotic confusion or even worse…a sea of blank stares. It's the days when the “friendly” reminder box on our online learning platform cheerfully informs me that I have 312 assignments waiting to be graded. It’s the days when students seem bored or tired and complain about everything—even when I’ve poured my best efforts into making the lessons engaging. It’s the days when the State Board of Education adds yet another requirement, another hoop we have to jump through. These are the days when my youthful optimism, my passion for this amazing profession, starts to fade.
Ahna LewisPublished about a year ago in Humans The Shadows' Day
"The humans aren't sad." The Shadows watch. "How can you tell if they are sad?" Christopher gives his brother an unhappy stare. "They aren't awake."
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Vocal Creator ChatPublished about a year ago in ResourcesStory Bartender
It’s eight o’clock on a Friday, the regular crowd meanders in. No, this isn’t a story about the Piano Man, this is a story about the Story Bartender.
Stephen Kramer AvitabilePublished about a year ago in FictionThe Rhythm of Change
The Rhythm of Change Sitting on the couch, contemplating my crumbling marriage - he was an asshole, I blamed myself - I was watching late night tv and drinking too much wine. An awkward woman appeared on the show. She had long, red hair and a captivating energy. She played the piano and sang a very strange and haunting song. Her lyrics spoke to me. Her musical sound, intriguing: different. I couldn’t turn away.
KJ AartilaPublished about a year ago in BeatInspector Clueless And The Missing Writer
April 2023, and a writer has gone missing. When he vanishes, leaving behind very few clues, an intrepid detective is called in to solve the caper. The intrepid detective is none other than the notorious Inspector Jack Clueless, a local legend at the bars and in his own mind.
Jason Ray MortonPublished about a year ago in FictionWoke: What It Truly Means and What It Doesn't Mean
I've been sitting on this for a long time...a long time. It's time we had a talk about this. It's been out there, big time, in the public eye for about three years, but it goes much much farther than that. You know what I'm talking about. The four letter word that is said with passion by some, and disdain from others. Let's talk about that word, shall we? Woke.
Clyde E. DawkinsPublished about a year ago in HumansWorst Friend Ever
When I need uplifting you’re tearing me down If I need a lifeline you’re letting me drown When I need a hand you keep pulling away
Earl W. PearlPublished about a year ago in PoetsDear Patience
Dear Patience, Where did you go? I looked for you earlier, but you were gone away. You were here on Thursday when we were watching the game and she kept forgetting that our team scored. You were right by my side when she cheered again and offered yet another high-five, which you happily accepted.
Cathy holmesPublished about a year ago in PoetsOn Steak and Purple Prose
It was after we ordered our steaks - medium-rare as that was the most done way one could order a ribeye at a place as opulent as the Blueblood without incurring mockery - that I suggested that the old Russians had it right when they brought Anna Karenina and the Karamazovs to life, to which my dear friend Ernie cried, “are you mad?”
Loryne AndaweyPublished about a year ago in FictionThe Gender-Delineated "Ad Age"
We have established that AI chat tools are a helpful place to begin, but not end, casual research into a topic. Asking ChatGPT for an overview on magazine advertisements in the 1970s revealed a path of questioning about gender roles in mass media. While the written responses did not provide nuance around gender identity and nonbinary readers, it did provide a place to start on this research inquiry. It will be difficult to contine with the resources offered, however, because ChatGPT provided either dead-end links or links to irrelevant articles for further reading.
Kiss me, Kill me
hey self-esteem, my perpetual albatross, (i'd say dear but we both know that isn't true) - when do you think i will be enough?
Heather HublerPublished about a year ago in Poets- First Place in Ludicrous Limerick Challenge
Breaking the News
The news of today is absurd, When fact and opinions are blurred, You know it’s the worst, When profit is first, And truth comes in second or third.
- Second Place in Ludicrous Limerick Challenge
Dear Terminologia Anatomica,
You call it mucus, discharge, secretion All vague homonyms lacking concretion Vaginas make goo It’s useful goo, too And deserves a word as certain as semen!
Morgana MillerPublished about a year ago in Poets Dear Me
Dear Me, there you go again, with midnight twinkling in our bloodshot eyes the blank screen waits patiently fingers tickle the keyboard with subtle pries
Dana StewartPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Secret to Stopping Lunch Thieves
The ‘watching-eye effect’, also called the Hawthorne effect, is a powerful tool that you’ve likely seen in action without even realizing it. This principle is widely used in public spaces and you can harness it's impact on your own life... right down to protecting your lunch from the slippery lunch thief.
Judey KalchikPublished about a year ago in FYIA Response to a Vocalist
Note: I wrote this as a comment on the limerick below, and I was told that maybe I should post this on my page. I would recommend reading the link first and then looking at my five brief lines of thought:
Kendall DefoePublished about a year ago in Poets