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The Modern Illusion of Success Is Killing Your Writing Career
We've all seen the fantasy version of a writer's life that we all secretly strive for - a big house, a spot on the NY Times Bestseller list, more cars than we'll ever drive, and the ability to pay off our student loans.
By Elise L. Blake3 years ago in Writers
The Things I Want Them To Know
Life is kind of impossible to live right now. The people who were supposed to protect me, didn't, and somehow that's my fault? Sorry, I exist, need assistance and need you to do your job. I was supposed to be protected. I was supposed to be cared for. Instead, I have been gaslighted, harassed, threatened, and overall made to feel like a burden for a job that I thoroughly want to fight for. How is that fair?
By Angel Adagio3 years ago in Writers
Echoes of Valor
Once upon the ethereal canvas of the cosmos, where stars danced in a symphony of light, there lived a legendary hero known as Captain Kellan Stormrider. Many tales were whispered about his indomitable spirit, his unwavering loyalty, and his prowess in battle. But as the universe plunged deeper into chaos and shadows crept across the galaxies, Captain Stormrider found himself facing his most menacing adversary yet: the nefarious warlord, Lord Malachite. In a universe teetering on the brink of discord, Lord Malachite's grip extended across star systems, bringing terror and despair wherever his forces tread. The Space Marines, guardians of peace and justice, fell one by one in their battles against him. And as Captain Stormrider surveyed the destruction left in Malachite's wake, he knew that the fate of the cosmic balance rested solely upon his broad, armored shoulders. With his heart ablaze with courage, Stormrider embarked on a treacherous journey to confront his nemesis. Each step he took echoed through the hollow corridors of his mind, as the memories of fallen comrades haunted his every move. The scent of burning debris lingered in the air, mingling with the hint of metal and fear. In the depths of his psyche, he could almost taste the bitterness of loss and the determination to restore order. As Stormrider approached the barren planet of Cygnus Prime, where Lord Malachite's fortress loomed like a dark omen on the horizon, he encountered an enigmatic figure named Lyra, a revolutionary magician who had sworn to resist Malachite's oppression. Her presence was as captivating as a summer's eve, her eyes shimmering with secrets untold. Together, they forged an unlikely alliance, a beacon of hope amidst the encroaching shadows. Lyra possessed a power so mysterious yet alluring that it seemed to flow from her fingertips. With a mere gesture, she could manipulate the cosmic energies around them, summoning spectral guardians and conjuring ethereal shields. Amidst countless battles, Lyra's ethereal light mingled with Stormrider's warrior spirit, creating an unstoppable force that struck fear into the hearts of Malachite's minions. Yet the path to victory was riddled with treachery, and as Stormrider and Lyra ventured further into the heart of conflict, they discovered an inconceivable twist: Lord Malachite possessed the ability to play with time itself. He unleashed a spell of temporal manipulation, causing echoes and distortions that reverberated throughout the very fabric of the universe. Caught within this paradoxical labyrinth, Stormrider fought bravely, but every tactical maneuver was met with unforeseen consequences. Time became an indiscernible haze, as past, present, and future collided in a kaleidoscope of confusion. In this twisted battlefield, Stormrider could no longer rely on his senses alone. He had to trust in the deep recesses of his soul, where intuition guided him like a compass through the chaos. With Lyra standing as his anchor, Stormrider delved into the depths of his memories, unraveling the vast well of experiences he had gathered in battle after battle. Through this introspective portal, he discovered the hidden truth, a revelation that shattered the illusion of defeat. Lord Malachite's grasp on time came at the cost of his humanity, forever rendering him an empty vessel incapable of compassion or empathy. Like a penultimate crescendo, Stormrider rallied his remaining forces, leading a final assault on Malachite's fortress. The clash between their armies resonated across the cosmos, echoing with the vibrations of a transcendent struggle. Stormrider's righteousness clashed with Malachite's vengeful chaos, showcasing the timeless dance between light and darkness. Ultimately, as the dust settled and the skies cleared, Stormrider emerged victorious. His triumph not only liberated the enslaved galaxies, but it also cracked through the temporal veil, freeing time from Malachite's ironclad grip. Even in the aftermath of the cataclysmic climax, Stormrider could still hear the echoes of valor that resonated through the cosmos, reminding him of the sacrifices made and the triumph of hope amidst the darkest of shadows. The universe celebrated his triumph, immortalizing Captain Kellan Stormrider as the Last Space Marine, whose name would forever be etched in shining stardust. Lyra remained by his side as a constant reminder of the intertwining forces that shaped their destinies. In the end, the echoes of valor lingered – a testament to the enduring legacy of bravery, sacrifice, and the indomitable human spirit. And so, their story echoed through the stars, an ethereal symphony that would continue to inspire generations yet to come.
By Ivan Teodore Ramos3 years ago in Writers
ON DEATH ROLL
*ON DEATH'S ROLL* *Episode 2* A lot of people came to celebrate with me on my 10th birthday. Testimonies of what God has used me to do were shared by many whose lives have been impacted. Prayers were made for me and my family, gifts of cash and kinds were presented and everyone enjoyed themselves. At the end of the celebration, everyone left, leaving me and my parents with some few brethren from the church who helped us take care of the house, after which, they left. While having our evening devotion at around 9:30pm, some men on masks broke into our house. They told us to lay down on the ground. "Pastor Joseph Onome!" One of them who seemed to be their leader called out to my father. My dad wanted to raise his head, but was slapped by one of them. "Lay low!" They shouted at him. "We have heard so much about you and your wonderful ministerial exploits in the town, and you know there's supposed to be many contributions, tithes, offerings, voluntary offerings and so on!" The man said, sitting on my dad's favourite chair. "Please, what do you want?" My dad asked him. "Good question! I remember the Bible said, give to Caesar what belongs to Caesar. So, we want our share of everything. I am not saying give us everything o, just give us our cut. Wait, I heard Senator Adejobi was also in one of your convention last week. That man must have sown into your ministry!" The man said, and his boys laughed. My mom was shivering in fear, being three months pregnant. "Please, the money is not mine. They belong to God!" My dad said. "Keep quiet! If you talk that rubbish again, I will blow your head off! Will God come down and eat the money?" The man shouted at my dad, hitting him with his gun. "Leave my dad alone in Jesus name!" I said to him, standing up, but he threw me away with one hand, and I landed on the ground, and passed out. I woke up at the hospital with bandage on my head. "Praise God, small pastor has woken up!" I heard someone saying in the hospital ward. Some members rushed to my bedside, trying to console me. "Where is my dad?" I asked holding my head, due to the headache I was having. "It is well, Peter!" They said to me. "Where is my mommy?" I asked them, trying to get down from the bed. One of the women lost control of herself and started crying. "Mama, what happened? Why are you crying?" I asked her. She refused to answer me. I saw when some other women took her outside. I stayed back, and kept quiet, trying to understand what was happening, and why these women have refused to answer me concerning my parents. One of the children who had accompany her mother to the hospital to see me, came to meet me. "Esther, what is happening? Have you seen my dad and mom?" I asked her. "I heard my mommy saying your dad and mom were both shot dead, and that they found you lying on the floor in your house. How are you doing? Hope your head injury has been healed?" She asked me. "Jesus, No! No!" I shouted at the top of my voice. The girl's mother and other women rushed to know why I was shouting. "I want to see my mommy and daddy! Please, take me to them! Please..." I kept on shouting and wanted to run out of the hospital, but the women held me back, crying too. It was so painful an experience. I heard the doctors tried to rescue the baby in my mom's womb, but she died three weeks after she was removed from the womb. My entire world came crumbling before my very eyes. All attempt to console me didn't work. Depression at that early age nearly killed me, as there was virtually nothing I didn't try to end my life, but I wondered why they couldn't do the job of sending me meet my parents. My father's church volunteered to take full responsibility for my training and upbringing, but after five years, I ran away from the church Parish house to find a life of my own. I ended up on the streets of Lagos which transformed me into a street boy. Thus, my journey through the darkest side of life began. To be continued...
By UduakEsther3 years ago in Writers
Unveiling the Enigma
The universe has captivated human imagination for centuries with its vastness and complexity. It is a realm that has intrigued astronomers, physicists, and philosophers alike, beckoning them to unravel its mysteries. From the enigmatic dark matter to the perplexing nature of black holes, the universe presents a treasure trove of thrilling mysteries waiting to be uncovered.
By Deep Solanki3 years ago in Writers
Unlocking the Secrets: Beginner's Guide to Earning Money Online
Introduction Are you tired of living paycheck to paycheck or feeling stuck in a dead-end job? It’s time to unlock the secrets to earning money online and take control of your financial future. With the rise of technology and the internet, there are countless opportunities for making money from the comfort of your own home. In this beginner’s guide, we’ll reveal the secrets to success and provide you with practical tips on how to start earning money online. Get ready to explore a whole new world of possibilities!
By Badreeddine Sami3 years ago in Writers
Google Doodle proudly commemorates the Appalachian Trail, an unrivaled marvel as the longest hiking-only footpath across the globe.
The Google Doodle on October 2nd proudly celebrates the Appalachian Trail, renowned as the longest hiking-only footpath on the planet. This iconic trail was officially recognized as one of the United States' inaugural National Scenic Trails on October 2nd, 1968, through the esteemed National Trails System Act. It was none other than the esteemed former President of the United States, Lyndon B. Johnson, who boldly signed this historic act into law, designating the Appalachian Trail as a cherished national scenic pathway and affirming its status as federal land.
By Lutus magey3 years ago in Writers
Daniel Mark Wilkerson: Pioneering Healthcare Solutions in the Heart of Chicago
Welcome to another exciting blog post, where we delve into the remarkable achievements of Dr. Daniel Mark Wilkerson, an experienced doctor who has been at the forefront of pioneering healthcare solutions in the heart of Chicago. In this article, we will explore his contributions to the medical field, his dedication to patient care, and how he has leveraged technology to reach a wider audience through YouTube.
By Daniel Mark Wilkerson3 years ago in Writers
There's Always Time to Write
This article is an exploration of the concept I touched on in the poem, I Write Everywhere. But it also came from a realization I had one day when writing one particularly lengthy comment on Facebook. Two things came from this comment. First, was “wow” how long is this comment. It ended up being 300 plus words. The second was, well if I have time to sit and write a 300 plus word comment, I have time to write 300 or more words a day towards finishing a story, or writing some poems. So, then, what was I doing with my time? Clearly nothing as productive as I could be. So what did this mean to me? It meant that it was time for me to take my own advice. And that’s what I started to do.
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Writers
Scientists Found Extremely Rare Mummy Portraits in Egypt
Scientists Found Extremely Rare Mummy Portraits in Egypt Since most of us associate the word "mommy" with the spooky characters from some scary movies, you might get a chill when you hear it. However, mummies have actually taught us a lot about ancient civilizations, their rulers, and how people dealt with losing their loved ones. Ancient Egyptians are the ones who are most well-known globally for their mummies because they believed that, under some circumstances, some type of existence after death was possible Why did they believe in this? Because they were, for the most part, deeply connected to their natural environment. They observed the natural cycles around them, such as how the sun rose every day followed by the moon or how new life was always sprouting from plants even after they had died. This is why they insisted on mummifying the human body and giving it a furnished room, sort of like giving it a fully functional apartment of its own the cycle of death and resurrection played a part in this process, and the ancient Egyptians practiced certain rituals like mummification, which involved using substances like honey, resins, and incense to preserve the body. King Tut's mummy is the most well-known of these; he was a young pharaoh who ruled over Egypt over three thousand years ago. The difficulty in finding these ancient Royal tombs is that most of these burial grounds had previously been looted and plunder His mummy was enclosed in a total of three coffins, one of which was made of gold. The objects discovered in his tomb provided a glimpse into ancient Egypt, and studying his mummy helped us understand the culture and customs prevalent at the time of his death. We also learned about his family by examining his DNA. When it was first discovered in 1922, people were excited because it had not been robbed like many other previously discovered Royal tombs a condition called malaria and a foot issue that would have made it difficult for him to walk [Music] Ramses II was a different Pharaoh of Egypt who ruled for 68 years, which was a long time in those days. He was renowned for his building and expansion projects, and many remnants of his rule can still be seen today, such as a sizable statue of him. Scientists hypothesized that Ramses II, who was around six feet tall and lived to be about 90 years old, may have had a disorder that impacted his spine at the time based on the fact that he looked like his mother Recall the robbers I mentioned before; they are likely to blame for Ramses II's ending up in a plain coffin in a hidden collection of Royal mummies at Deer All Bihari that was found in 1881. Thank goodness his travels had been documented on his wrappings so archaeologists could recognize him. The procedure was extremely laborious; in fact, mummification in ancient Egypt might take up to 70 days to complete. A special speaker would make a speech tailored to the situation while carefully treating the body and drying it with a salt known as natron. also using linen and resin to create the ancient Egyptians believed that everyone made this journey after passing away, so they filled their tombs with items and paintings to aid the person in their spiritual travels in addition to making the body look more lifelike and wrapping it in cloth. King Tut's tomb, for example, was decorated with intricate artwork that depicted his journey to the afterlife from his burial procession to his Passage through the Underworld Speaking of how important this journey was, people also placed food in these ancient tombs. In King Tut's tomb, archaeologists discovered 36 jars of vintage beverages and eight baskets of fruit that were believed to have been left there to aid him in his journey to the afterlife.
By Samkelisiwe3 years ago in Writers
