Life
Love Me, or Leave Me Alone
I stepped onto the train, just in time to hear the loudspeaker announce, "The doors will be closing now!" A sigh of relief escaped my lips; mingled with the attempts to catch my breath. Another rush hour morning, and as usual, there was barely standing room, much less any empty seats. As I elbowed my way to grasp a hold of the pole, my stomach decided to advocate for the other passengers I had showed no mercy for. A few weeks ago, I thought I needed to start eating breakfast more regularly; a few weeks from now, I don't think getting a seat on the train will be quite as difficult.
By Alaine Hay3 years ago in Writers
Local Author Uses Weakness as Strength
Mental Illness is a struggle around 20% of American adults deal with, but some have found a way to overcome their disease. Kalista Neith, a Tempe-local best selling author, explains how her popular series, Of Chaos and Darkness, is fueled by her using her weakness as a strength.
By Max Weiland3 years ago in Writers
Thalapathy vijay
Vijay, full name Joseph Vijay Chandrasekhar, is one of the most prominent and celebrated actors in the Indian film industry, particularly in the Tamil film industry. Born on June 22, 1974, in Chennai, Tamil Nadu, Vijay has garnered immense fame and popularity for his versatile performances, charming persona, and mass appeal. With a career spanning over three decades, Vijay has established himself as a powerhouse performer, earning the title of "Thalapathy" (meaning commander or leader) among his fans. In this comprehensive essay, we will delve into the life, career, and impact of actor Vijay.
By GOPIKRISHNAN3 years ago in Writers
My Science Fiction Imagined as a TV Series
I am working on a serialized science fiction suspense story that I’ve been publishing over on Kindle Vella. In short, Vella is a platform for readers and writers of serialized fiction and non fiction. The first 3 episodes are always free and after that an episode costs tokens. The minimum is 600 words which cost 6 tokens. 700 costs 7, and 1,000 costs 10 and so forth.
By Jasmine Aguilar3 years ago in Writers
All I Know Is I Know Nothing
I've never been one to desire love for myself. In fact, more often than not, I've rejected love more than I have embraced it fully with open arms and compelete trust. Some might accuse this attachment style as avoidant, and those people just might be the ones to read me with utmost clarity. It is with regret that I learn this too late in life.
By Meli Remborn3 years ago in Writers
How to Write With Chronic Illness. Top Story - March 2024.
Do you ever open up Vocal and see a ton of notifications from other creators who are pumping out stories weekly, daily, hourly, and wonder why you are incapable of being as fruitful with your work? Today I'm here to tell you that you're not 'lazy' or any less of a writer than they are, because more than likely you looked at the title of this article and said: "Yes, I have a chronic illness and I am a writer, but how do I maintain both without ruining the other?"
By Amanda Starks3 years ago in Writers
Apollo 11 A Monster Jump for Humankind
In the records of mankind's set of experiences, barely any occasions have caught the aggregate creative mind and represented the unlimited capability of human accomplishment like the Apollo 11 mission. Sent off by NASA on July 16, 1969, the Apollo 11 mission was not only a logical undertaking; it was a demonstration of human assurance, development, and the unflinching soul of investigation.
By Galaxiesbuzz3 years ago in Writers
A Visage of Hope
I love taking care of Momma because Momma takes good care of me. Momma brought this house completely which she lived in for many many years from Dad's pension. My parents loved each other. They raised me to know everything I could possible learn. Momma would never stop trying to teach me. She wanted me to be the smartest man on earth. And she would do everything in her power to make sure that I learned everything and I mean everything about what life, love and hope were. When I was young my father taught me what a man is and later on he told me what he saw in Momma that made him marry her. He loved her affection, her compassion and her gentleness and the fact that she put up with him for all these years. Dad was a good man from my point of view. I never saw much of his bad side. And now I am taking care of Momma, Momma is up in years and she is independent but she also struggles from time to time. Momma keeps dreaming about her past. And it sometimes get dark and mean spirited. She sometimes have these nightmares about her and Dad. And sometimes when I wake her up she would be fighting. Momma never been that sick before and she never been crazed. Momma had some illness but most of them were under control. And then one day Momma and I had a fight. She told me that Dad did not want to be my father and that I could be from another man. I cried and took a walk. How could Dad not be my father? How could Momma say those things? How could this happen? I was thinking as I was walking. Then I met an old friend, my neighbor, He saw me talking to myself and questioning whether to go back taking care of Momma. Momma's longtime neighbor said that there were things happening in that house. He doesn't know for sure but my parents got distant and into a lot of fights when I was away. And I finally got the gut to tell him what Momma said. And he said She raised you and that man raised you. She is still your Momma. Don't let her stop you from loving her as she loved you. You make her love you. You make her see. And I told him that I would asked my cousin to help. So I used his phone to call my cousin and asked her if what Momma said is true. She first went around the bush as the old saying goes and then she finally admitted. And she told me that I had another sibling but something happened to them. And my cousin apologized for me finding out this way and she hung up. So I told my neighbor and he said like I said don't let nobody stop you from loving that woman. She was willing to die for you at one time. No matter the past, this is the present. No matter the pain this is your time to choose respect and love. And I told the neighbor that I would and I cleaned myself up and left. And the neighbor gave some more advice while I was leaving, Remember Son she is your mother, she has an illness, be merciful, be compassionate, and be gentle. Don't be intimidated and don't be angry. So I promised him. I walked quietly into the house and Momma made Fried Chicken, homemade biscuits, macaroni and cheese and turkey smoked greens. I waited and ate and smiled at Momma. And Momma said she was sorry. I told Momma I forgive her but I wanted to know the full truth. And she said that my father was somebody else because the father you knew made me give up one child. I did not want to but he did. And you were the second and I refused to give you up. Even if that meant not another child. And I poured my heart into you, there. I love you and no illness, no sickness, no nothing can stop that you are my son. And I said I love you too Momma. And Momma was walking towards her room to cry and I stopped her along the way and hug her and kiss her cheek. The last years of Momma's life, we were working in the yard, walking, and laughing and joking and Dad was right Momma can cooked some Cajun Fried Fish as well as Fried Chicken. Momma lived long and her family prosper.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous3 years ago in Writers
The Dragon Beside Me: Honoring the Woman Who Soars
In the Extended time of the Mythical beast 2024, as Global Ladies' Day drew nearer, I wound up considering the surprising lady who has motivated me — a winged serpent by her own doing, savage, versatile, and perpetually rousing. She is Sophia, and her story is one of win over difficulty, of solidarity despite challenges, and of unfaltering assurance to have an effect on the planet.
By Creative Chronicles3 years ago in Writers
Labels I Didn't Want to Ask For
I would imagine that the writers for Modern Women won’t have a problem finding something to write about for this month's prompt which is labels. Growing up watching Disney and Rom Coms I assumed that my life would have a happy ending. As I got older and into my teens, having been bullied at school I decided that I much preferred my own company and along came my first label “loner”. I didn't mind this label, in fact, I wanted people to know it so they left me alone! Then there was the label of “young woman”, in her prime, attractive and should be the object of men's desires. I was a little bit but not much, I got the usual inappropriate and unwanted attention that sadly most women get but nothing too bad. When my now husband came along I then became his “woman”. I hated being called that and was quick to tell him to never ever call me his woman! As well as being someone's “girlfriend” I was also a daughter, a sister, a granddaughter, a cousin and a friend. Trying to keep up with all these labels felt impossible back then let alone now. I soon became a “wife” and all that entails. I quickly went from young and carefree woman to being married and keeping a house. Yes, I’m afraid that I was that “woman” I did and still do all the housework like so many women do as that is our label is it not? To care for the men in our lives, their label is to be a “big, strong man” and provide and it's my job to do everything else. Then I was the ultimate label of a “mother”, I was no longer Amy and I’m now called Mum, Mummy and Mama. Not just by my children but by my husband and everyone else. I am no longer a person but just labelled as “Mum”. “It will be ok Mum” The nurse said when I cried at my baby's vaccinations “Isn’t Mummy brave” the nurse had said when I had my own vaccinations “What would Mum like to drink?” the waitress had said at the café As a woman, I have so many labels and stereotypes which I have fallen into without realising. The label of “stay at home” Mum is me, I should wear it around my neck “yes I am at home with my children all day, no I’m not working as well”. I want to scream “I am more than a parent!” The labels that have been bestowed upon me are not labels I asked for. I am a woman there's no arguing that and I behave like I should, cooking, cleaning taking care of my man and my family but in the background I am trying to regain my label, I’m trying to do something for myself. Word by word, story by story I’m trying to add to my label and I want it to say, I used to be bitter about life. Bitter that I didn’t have a label. Bitter that I didn’t have more money. Bitter that things weren’t going my way. But now I realize that every setback, every challenge has all been a blessing. A blessing I wouldn't see if everything had gone “perfectly.” Because to keep making music—to keep doing what I feel like I'm put on earth to do—I have to ask my friends and fans for help. Without the struggle, I'd never have seen the depth of their love for me. And that’s been the most healing part of the whole journey. “I am a writer too”
By Muhammad Arifin 3 years ago in Writers
15 Quotes About Writing In Case You Thought About Quitting Today
--- There are some days when the writing is too difficult and we think about quitting. If you're thinking about quitting for the day, shutting down your computer taking a break, and getting back to it the next day then by all means continue.
By Elise L. Blake3 years ago in Writers
