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Etched out ghost town
Red was always trying to figure out who she was. She always sought out male friends over female, even as she usually had many female friends. She felt comfortable kicking back and cursing and talking loudly about crass subjects she had absolutely no idea about, but felt happy to sink into with her male compatriots.
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 12 days ago in FictionMore Flim Flam from the Aquarian's Journal
Not that he needs my defense, or even wants my ridiculousness to support him. I’m sure he’s perfectly capable of standing up for himself, but here’s my interpretation of his words, in response to Shane Dobbie’s article, Hooptedoddle and Flim Flam.
KJ AartilaPublished 12 days ago in Journal
'Naatu Naatu' From 'RRR' Wins The Oscar For Best Original Song | Oscar 2023
The hit Telugu-language movie RRR's song Naatu Naatu made history by becoming the first Indian film song to win an Oscar.
Mandeep SokhalPublished 11 days ago in GeeksThe Mountain and the Valley
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was the Mountain Spirit, Akwuk, expelled to her foothills, who sent up the cumuli to the rosy ceiling suspended between Kmarkn’s western and eastern peaks. A month past, Akwuk had come down from the mountain and entered the valley of Kmarkn at evening. She had passed through the line of cedars that divided her realm from Axwiy’s. Perhaps at this point, the Valley had sensed the Mountain’s unhallowed entry, or heard the strident thrum of its elysian heart on the night air.
Jen GossooPublished 14 days ago in Fiction
The Writer's Workshop
Introduction The Writer's Workshop is an educational series in which seasoned/educated writers/authors will share their insights on developing writing skills. This Workshop is sponsored by Rick Henry Christopher and the Facebook group Vocal + Assist
Rick Henry ChristopherPublished 12 days ago in EducationThe Cyan of a Ulysses Butterfly
I could never Figure out if Your eyes were The cyan of A Ulysses butterfly Or the cerulean Of forget-me-nots // I never knew if you
Poppy the PoetPublished 11 days ago in PoetsAll Ears
I knew I was in trouble as soon as the email flashed up on the screen: “My office. 2pm sharp. Bring Ellie with you.” Chewing on my bottom lip, I peer over the top of my computer and click my fingers.
Caroline CravenPublished 13 days ago in PetlifeCome Back Home
Cages don’t make people better Or sending love only in letters, Too many locks And friends in a box, For sins that no one can measure…
Alexis Dean Jr.Published 11 days ago in PoetsWhere Is Gunnar?
The sound of thunder reverberated across the open fields, rattling the windows of the old farmhouse, and startling a sleeping calico cat. The feline dashed from the sofa, then bounded upstairs—no doubt to hide under the bed.
Sunflowers
Eighty-eight days of sunflowers. That's what this was supposed to be. Eighty-eight days of endless fields, and gold dust petals, and clear skies overhead—a frosty beverage at the end of a hard day's yakka. That's what I pictured when Gary suggested this gig and, as I look across the sea of headless flowers before me now, scorched and brown and so far from the white sand beaches of the Gold Coast, I can't help but feel duped.
Em StarrrrrPublished 15 days ago in FictionThe Indigo Child
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. A haze would descend upon the fields as tiny purple seeds planted themselves gently. Each seed carried a love; a love of sky and water entwined to give life. And life grew. Luscious flora bloomed releasing sweet scents, and wildlife twittered and skittered around a blossoming world. Harmony reached its roots deep into the land and caressed its matter, “You matter, land”.
Oneg In The ArcticPublished 14 days ago in Fiction
A Mother's Just Deserts
In the morning hush before they descended, Judy practiced being kind. It didn't come naturally. She focused on breathing and meditation and the positives the day would bring. Judy prided herself on not raising her voice or using sarcasm with her students, so she could always make the claim "I don't speak to you disrespectfully, so please don't answer me that way" without earning a snigger.
Alison Tennent - The Celtic ChameleonPublished 14 days ago in Horror
The Rise and Fall of Silicon Valley Bank: A Cautionary Tale
Introduction Silicon Valley Bank (SVB) was founded in 1983 with a mission to serve the unique needs of the technology industry. Over the years, SVB became a dominant player in the banking world, providing financial services to thousands of tech companies and startups in the Silicon Valley region and beyond. However, in recent years, SVB has faced a series of setbacks that have caused its stock price to plummet and its reputation to suffer. The rise and fall of Silicon Valley Bank is a cautionary tale for financial institutions and the tech industry alike. This article will examine SVB’s history, its successes and failures, and the lessons that can be learned from its experience.
Color of the Soul
Here I stand in front of the mirror, two of me. One inside the shiny glass, one outside. Living in the margins of a world gone crazy.
Susana's WorldPublished 11 days ago in PoetsTOPSY-TURVEY
There was a young lady from Dallas. She went by the name of Alice. Sinister voice and mean, unlike a royal queen. Yet, she wound up in a palace.
Babs IversonPublished 14 days ago in Poets
Whispers of Phantom Song
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. The moon joined them in their reverie with her ever watchful eyes.
Heather HublerPublished 14 days ago in Fiction
Lace and Satin
There once was a gal from Manhattan Whose skivvies were all lace and satin She thought she was "it" Till her underwear split
Cathy holmesPublished 13 days ago in Poets
Chris Rock: It's Always Something
You know, this one hurts. I had been a fan of Chris Rock for over 25 years; the "Lil Penny" commercials, SNL, his movies, his stand-up specials, you name it. I was a huge supporter of Chris Rock. I was a big time fan of his. I was one of his most staunchest of supporters. Notice the increasing emphasis on "was." It's because on the afternoon of March 5, 2023, I tweeted the following:
Clyde E. DawkinsPublished 15 days ago in Humans
Kali and the Myth of the Dschungel
In the heart of the tangled Dschungel, there lived a creature of darkness, a black puma with a voice unlike any other. Kali, they called it, possessed an uncommon talent, the power of speech. For ages, Kali had wandered through the jungles, keeping a watchful eye on the denizens that roamed in its midst.
Centina Alexa König-WeichhardtPublished 14 days ago in FictionVocal’s A Hit With The Limerick
Extra, Extra! Read all about it. Vocal is a hit with the new challenge for a Ludicrous Limerick. Vocalists are having a blast!!!
Stephanie J. BradberryPublished 14 days ago in Confessions
