Life
The Biggest Problems Writers Have That No One Talks About
Writers in media are often portrayed as either the lonely hermit sitting in a dark room and talking to themselves as they typic almost frantically on the keyboard or the rich celebrity walking down red carpets and fending off movie deals left and right.
By Elise L. Blake3 years ago in Writers
What I’ve Learned About Myself During Distressing Times
Life has an approach to tossing startling difficulties our way, and it’s during these upsetting times that we frequently find stowed away features of our personality. Throughout the long term, I’ve explored through different tempests, each making a permanent imprint on my excursion. Through these encounters, I’ve come to understand that pressure isn’t simply a disruptor; a strong educator uncovers the profundities of our versatility and the real essence of our internal strength.
By Muhammad Tanveer3 years ago in Writers
Canvas of the Heart
There happened with a lady by the name of Emma at some point in the far off past, in a tranquil local area away from the uproar. She was a typical individual who explored life's intriguing turns with the artfulness of a fastidiously pre-arranged explorer. Each part of Emma's story was isolated by laughs, tears, and snapshots of quiet reflection, similar to the pages of an old book.
By Kyrol Mojikal3 years ago in Writers
Work As a Culture Consultant
The picture above is not what I look like. When I was in college, a professor came to my internship at a detox facility on the reservation. She asked at that meeting why I didn't wear my hair in braids. I really couldn't believe she asked that.
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Writers
Cold mid nights of winter
The cold midnights of the freezing winter when the glacial gusts bellows around to ice the cores of flesh and bones. Amidst the blank scene is the whispering breeze and falling flakes of snow. The bleak mid nights with a slit of shine from the distant skies. Twanging of the leaves on the brisk branches of erect trees. The lands laminated by stratified sheets of snow fudging the way through.Bedside the fire and a smoking chimney squats an old lady into a sofa, reading the words from a book's frame.Shivering windows pleading refuge from the racking cold.Knocking and then the only light when the old lady opened her door to a gallivant. In the Chills the heart hasn't yet set cold.
By Assat Ahmed3 years ago in Writers
Look at life with different eyes
Look at life with different eyes As a child, I looked at the Day River flowing through my village with an overwhelming feeling of its majesty and endlessness. But by this time, my view and feeling about that river was completely different even though the river had not changed. Both views, one of a 5-year-old boy and one of an old man, are completely accurate. It's funny how that old man or that boy denies each other's looks. Because each view is born from that person's personal history, experiences and emotions.
By Diligent Person3 years ago in Writers
With his lady love, today he's gone forever.
I had cherished his love and caressing all my life. He used to light up the darkness behind my fallen eyelids. His voice always clangoured around me and the poetic sound of his laughter kept my heart beating. I was sitting under a blushing tree grasped by his thoughts, when he came telling me about his lady love.
By Assat Ahmed3 years ago in Writers
Just Checkin' In
Hey, all you wonderful Vocal creators! I'm just stickin' my nose in here for a minute to say, “Wassup?” It's been 12 days since I published anything here and I need to remedy that. More importantly, there are a whole lot of comments I need to answer and there's a ton of new stuff from my friends to read. I'll be getting started on that today and I'm really looking forward to it.
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Writers
