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Good Lord LoriPublished 2 years ago in FilthyClassic Movie Review: Clerks
Clerks (1994) Directed by Kevin Smith Written by Kevin Smith Starring Brian O'Halloran, Jeff Anderson, Marilyn Ghigliotti, Lisa Spoonauer, Jason Mewes, Kevin Smith
Sean PatrickPublished 2 years ago in Geeks- Second Place in New Worlds Challenge
The Warmth Between Stars Chapter 1: A Confusion of Bees
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. It’s true, but not the whole truth. A person cannot hear anything in the vacuum of space, no matter the sound. You need instruments like mine to receive and decipher the music of the cosmos. This is a lonely place, the outer reaches of the Kuiper Belt, 4.5 billion miles from Earth. Nothing but cold, dead rocks. Pluto is far behind me, and its beauty feels even farther, the crimson splash across its North Pole like a dusting of confectioner’s sugar. But not confectioner’s sugar. A mixture of frozen methane and nitrogen broken apart by ultraviolet light to form tholin macromolecules. That is the facts, and facts can sometimes ruin beauty, or at least bore it to death. However, the truth about Pluto is that no matter what comprises its surface, it is beautiful. On this journey, I have nothing but time to contemplate things like truth. I have decided that truth in science is relative, but there is undeniable truth in beauty.
Ryan SmithPublished 2 years ago in Fiction The Source of Light
Punctuated light Picturing my place On this world Full of contradictions and blind spots From which I am not visible
Mescaline BrissetPublished 2 years ago in PoetsDingo
The sun stretches into his wide-jawed yawn, teeth shining. Mouth shuts. Panting now, he roams the beach. Eyes scanning, nose vigilant,
Michèle NardelliPublished 2 years ago in PoetsI love comments and community
I was 19 years old and I was crying. I had a window seat on a train travelling through the French countryside; a love affair had ended and it hadn’t been my choice. The gorgeous terrain blurring beyond the window seemed to accentuate my heartbreak; I leaned my head against the glass and let the tears flow.
Erica WagnerPublished 2 years ago in MotivationToo much spare time is just as dangerous as not having enough.
Those who drive themselves to exhaustion all day to get away from job, house, children, and chores, and never have time for themselves, are not much worse off than those who have all the time necessary (and even more.) to dedicate to one's passions, care for one's health and mind, and laze. It may appear unbelievable, but research backs it up.
Ghosts of Kyiv
Borders are broken Like treaties and trust As under heavy foot fall Approach the invaders Each step dragging a bloody Heel until the map
Kincaid JenkinsPublished 2 years ago in Poets- First Place in New Worlds Challenge
The Hourglass Academy
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. It was the opening line in one of Burton's erotic sci-fi novellas, the ones he thinks are cleverly hidden. (Hallway bookcase, top shelf, behind the encyclopedias.) I’d read it in a day; eyes scrunched, nose wrinkled in horrible fascination. But in the end it wasn’t the extraterrestrial orgy that most disturbed me, it was the thought of dying in space. Floating away, alone and untethered, into a vast nothing.
Ally NorthPublished 2 years ago in Fiction I will always love you, Reese Peanut Butter Butt Weinerkins
MY RESSEKINS. You were the best. So soft and cuddly, so warm and snuggly. You always knew what was up, and were never afraid of jumping down, no matter what height you were at. Crazy dogger.
Kerry WilliamsPublished 2 years ago in PetlifeThe Magic of Hypnotic Writing: Introduction
I got my "hypnotized" writing skills from two strange places. I used to read writers like Jack London, Mark Twain, Shirley Jackson, and Ernest Hemingway and be in awe of how they could weave words so that I would laugh, cry, or feel dread.
Problems With Finding Work
I recently turned 18, but for the last year or so I've been trying to find online companies that will pay me for freelance writing work.
Kiersten BrownPublished 2 years ago in JournalWorrying is like holding an umbrella up in the sun, waiting for it to rain
And logically, that doesn’t make sense, right? Why does worrying feel normal and natural and needed? I saw this saying once and I didn’t get it but then when I noticed people around me like my mum and boyfriend worrying for no reason, I realised that I was doing the same and we’ve been conditioned to welcome worry and yet, when we are to compare it something like the analogy above, it doesn’t make sense as to why this is a done thing but it’s done every day by us, sometimes without us knowing we are. Remind yourself of this saying, it’s saved me from myself a lot.
Matthew GranthamPublished 2 years ago in HumansShe Rides The Tides Of Life
The rain washes away her sin, Her past mistakes and her regrets, Newly birthed with her lessons in tact, Learned but she never forgets.
Colleen MillsteedPublished 2 years ago in PoetsCursed
A movie played in the background, and we lay there whispering a million sweet nothings with no words passing between us. That was when I felt her soft touch as she ran the tip of her nose across my cheek. I turned to look at her and the world around us became irrelevant. All that mattered was right there in front of me. She had that “kiss me” look in her eyes, and for a brief moment, I forgot how to respond.
Jefferey A AyersPublished 2 years ago in HorrorDo You Still Love Her?
“Do you still love her?” It was such a loaded question, and one for which I was not prepared to answer. I didn’t know what to say, couldn’t think of anything appropriate, so I decided to answer without a filter.
Jefferey A AyersPublished 2 years ago in HumansYour dog's sleeping position determines your dog's personality
The life span of a dog is about 10-15 years. After a dog is raised, the owner has to live with the dog for a long time. I have a dog myself, so I know that when a dog becomes a family member, the owner will get used to the existence of the dog.
- Runner-Up in Get Comfortable Challenge
Passionfruit
Passionfruit rings through balmy bars on November wind sun-showers beat at peaky-blinders and droplets deposit
Rachel M.JPublished 2 years ago in Poets It Was an Unseasonably Cold Day for a Funeral
I drove by his house today. For years I pulled into that driveway to pick him up for school. He usually ran a little late, and I can picture him running out the front door with his backpack hanging open, and his arms full of books.
Jill (Conquering Cognitions)Published 2 years ago in PsycheSaying Goodbye to the Crown
Just three months ago we Brits were celebrating Queen Elizabeth's 70-year reign, the longest reigning monarch our country has ever seen. Today is the last day of Her Majesty's reign and it's time to say goodbye to the crown. Britain has been divided for a very long time, the 2016 European Union Referendum only revealed these cracks. Over the past six years, tensions have got considerably worse. Civil unrest is beginning to break out, our government is not even hiding how corrupt they are, and people are struggling to put food on the table (and we are talking millions in a population of 67.2 million), Britain is in a transition of change. For better or worse, I can not say for sure, but I sense an opportunity to make a change for the good of the people. A nation of the people, not of the wealthy. I have said this before but we must measure the greatness of a nation based on the absence of poverty not how many billionaires live there.
Rosie J. SargentPublished 2 years ago in FYI