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Simplicity is as Elegant as it is Brilliant
Simplicity will carry the day. Leo Tolstoy said that there is no greatness where there is no simplicity, goodness, or truth.
Rene VolpiPublished about 16 hours ago in JournalPROMPTED: #4
PROMPTED: INTRODUCTION There are now three Prompted Writer's Challenges in the books. Overall, I would consider the series to be a success, but the participation has slowed down. Hopefully, this one will generate some enthusiasm. I am excited to see what the entries will hold!
Randy BakerPublished 21 days ago in Writers"Strangely Art" Prompt challenge!
Vocal has been sending me some payments for my top stories, reads, likes, tips, etc., and I value giving back to my community. So, I had an idea!
The Light They Steal From You
I hate that you’re happy Your happiness bites me like a tooth to the cheek It’s not that I’m jealous, although I am a little
Simon GeorgePublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsA Thousand Blue Butterflies
If a picture is worth a thousand words What do a thousand blue butterflies weigh Before one of them notices the birds Signalling the others, ’tis time to sway
Patrick M. OhanaPublished 3 days ago in PoetsShe loves me
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
Christy MunsonPublished 2 days ago in FictionThinking (this Morning) of the Hound of Heaven
There is a spot in Niagara Falls, the Horseshoe Falls Enveloped always in thunderous roar, the sound of Creation, I think
Paul MerkleyPublished a day ago in PoetsIs it luck or is it fate?
If someone passes an exam, is it luck or is it fate? What about if you saw someone trip over a rock, is it luck or is it fate? What determines if something is luck or simply just fate? There is no clear cut answer but let's just have some fun shall we?
Amythest
Struggled life and death kind eyes hands words gifted so loyally wading
Holden AtencioPublished a day ago in PoetsWhy Just Write Is The Best Advice You Don’t Listen To
Before the last 6 months, I hadn’t written anything that wasn’t for my job or university for a number of years. I wanted to write more, I used to write all the time just for fun. I used to write poems and short stories that were just for me. I used to show them to certain members of my family but it was the process of writing them that I really enjoyed.
Michael NaylorPublished 3 days ago in MotivationForbidden Fruit
Forever suspended while you dance on my lips. Opening our mouths Removing the stem. Begging to be consumed, crafted into a knot.
Olivia MacbethPublished 5 days ago in PoetsThere is a Thin Line Between Tears of Sorrow and Tears of Joy
I remember when my mother passed away. After the tears from the initial shock, our family sat in the living room and shared memories. We talked about her love and compassion toward others, the lessons she taught us about honesty, and how she taught us the importance of respecting ourselves and others. Then we started sharing memories that made us smile and eventually, each of us began to relax and tell stories that made us laugh.
Brenda MahlerPublished 5 days ago in HumorThe Spring Tears of Demeter
Demeter has wept and suffered even in this Great southern land as leaf of autumn fell And winter chilled hearts, hearth and home
S.K. WilsonPublished a day ago in PoetsSins of the Reaper
Walking as rapidly as my bruised heel will allow, I begin to weep, barely able to suppress the desire to stop and let it all go, the sound of sirens rising to my ears as I round the block past my former apartment, my feet carrying me away from the only chapter in my past that I still clearly remember.
133 Waxing and Waning
Low tide, so I remain thankful, awakening--alive--to the sound of breakers. You see, now on my seventh morning, only my head remains above ground.
Gerard DiLeoPublished 2 days ago in FictionWhy do people buy books they don’t read?
We have all likely been guilty of buying or keeping books we know we will probably never read, and maybe never intended to read. I know I have certainly been guilty of this! And you certainly are not alone, it seems much of society prefers buying and having books over actually reading them. Indeed, one survey found that an average of half of the over one hundred books in an average home go unread.
Austin Blessing-Nelson (Blessing)Published 9 months ago in BookClubIllogical Fear
“There’s gotta be a logical explanation.” He said, and put his nicotine-stained fingers on the kid’s bony arm. “I swear, I saw two red eyes glaring at me from below the stairs.” The kid babbled. He was always babbling.
Book Review: "No Logo" by Naomi Klein
Naomi Klein is no doubt, a huge author and you're going to be quite surprised about the fact that I have actually barely read anything by her though I am aware of her existence. Her book No Logo is recommended reading in the book The Inner Level by Professors Richard Wilkinson and Kate Pickett and is about the way brands have aggressively waded themselves into every aspect of our existence.
Annie KapurPublished 4 days ago in GeeksPaint Me!
Paint me! Yes! please Paint me into time indefinite itself! with umber for my searching, eager eyes of love and pain titanium white, yellow ochre and burnt umber, for my skin, my warmth
Paul StewartPublished 4 days ago in PoetsThe Great Maine Lighthouse Tour
Two Months Out I have the train ticket. The time off approved. My friend Phil is getting married in a place called Bangor, Maine.
Stephen A. RoddewigPublished 5 days ago in Wander