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Another Factor That Separates Sages From Masters
Read to the End to Help "Change The World" with our Earth Week Impact Launch Initiative! --- In my article The 8 Stages to a Quality Career, I detailed each of the steps one must go through to advance to the highest levels in any Industry.
Cody Dakota Wooten, C.B.C.Published a day ago in JournalPerfect Little Pirate
The rough, sodden rope bit into her fingers as she swung over the roiling water far below. Reaching out with the toe of her boot, she managed to catch hold of the rain-soaked railing of the ship- and promptly slipped. Throwing herself forward, she landed hard on the deck, slamming her elbows against the wood planks. The sharp yelp of pain quickly bubbled into a laugh, and she rolled onto her back, laughing up at the gray sky as a torrent of rain washed away the soot covering her skin.
M. A. MehanPublished 4 days ago in FictionDoing it for the troops
The others dropped like flies around me. We fought and struggled to get to this point. I'm the only one left now. The objective is right there. A mere two hundred feet away. The last of my team got a bullet to the head right next to me, but I couldn't do anything. I was able to locate and neutralise the sniper as he shot my friend, so his death was at least not in vain.
Mohammed DarasiPublished a day ago in FictionLifting the Curtain to a Successful Month
April has been a fantastic month for me in terms of writing endeavors. I’d like to share what’s been so great about it just as many other writers would do. Share successes. I’ve noticed other writers or artists have shared successes and when you just see the snippet of their success, it appears everything has been going right for them all along. But we haven’t seen behind the curtain, we haven’t seen their hard work and their failures and those months that were fraught with disappointment. In everyone’s case, it’s far from the truth. But for the outside observer it isn’t always apparent.
Stephen Kramer AvitabilePublished 3 days ago in WritersA Digital Pandemic.
After a long day in the department, Emily dropped her worn and tired dark leather bag on the counter before navigating through the small and disordered kitchen to grab a cold beer from a contrarily empty fridge. She hadn't had a chance to unpack since moving from Newcastle to Glasgow, let alone shop for sustenance, except for cold brews naturally.
Billie WhytePublished a day ago in ChaptersNOTHING WILL EVER HAPPEN TO YOU
NOTHING WILL EVER HAPPEN TO YOU ^^ ~ I promise ~ ^^ THIS IS A STORY OF POSTPARTUM DEPRESSION SHOULD THE SUBJECT BOTHER YOU IN ANY WAY, PLEASE DO NOT READ.
Margaret BrennanPublished 3 days ago in PsycheThe Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle AuthorPublished a day ago in FictionInfidelity
engulfed in her, seaweed hair buffed secular friction between her unibrow. Etched with intoxicating finesse. Camel molars winced crooked in her mouth as she relaxed her tongue,
Natasha CollazoPublished 4 days ago in PoetsTwo Pink Lines
I had never really felt like a child. I'd always had to raise myself. My mother was just a teenager when she'd had me and consequently, we had spent my whole childhood arguing and fighting like a couple of sisters as opposed to mother and daughter. My father was older than my mother but still had some maturing to do himself. He focused his entire life on me, his little girl but never realized the pressure that put on me. I always felt I had to raise him even as he was trying to raise me. We raised each other. Then, I met him. He cares, he shows me a love like I've never known. For once, it's about me and I don't have to focus on other people's needs and what someone needs from me. Someone always wants something from you. That is what my parents have taught me. Love is selfish but it isn't with him. He is perfect, beautiful, funny, and can take me to places I've only dreamed about. Places outside my mind and my own pathetic life and I know that I will always love him. When we first met, I wanted him to have my children, but now? Right now, with us both still in high school? This is all happening so soon. I slipped into the restroom at work. It had been 6 weeks since my last menstrual and this was not normal. I couldn't wait any longer. I put the top on the test and waited. These 60 seconds felt like forever. What would we do? We were both seniors so we didn't have long to go before school was over but this was not the plan. The plan was for him to join the Army and me the National Guard and for me to get my associate's degree and then we marry, then have kids.
Lindsey AltomPublished 5 days ago in FictionWriting is my Addiction
Writing is my addiction. I don’t see it as an affliction even though it continues in repetition. I have to write everyday. Life holds no real sense of glory unless I’m in my writing closet crafting a story.
Joe PattersonPublished 2 days ago in PoetsWhen the Robots Took My Job
This is for RM Stockton's Write Club prompt for the month of April: AI Please allow me to vent. For "college," I went to a scam school that is now closed. We were promised internships that were never spoken of again after admissions, and we were promised help finding jobs. The first time I went to the career counselor's office, she was completely frazzled. She had no idea what to do with us, the film majors. The second time I visited her office, I let her know that I'd found myself a job, and she was visibly relieved.
Rebekah ConardPublished 5 days ago in JournalHall of mirrors
Things used to matter, before all the noise. And at that time when things still had meaning, there had been dreaming too, when dreams still mattered. And the brightest dream from those times was full of mountains and seas and smiles and the types of passion that absorbs you the way a dog is absorbed by witnessing something for the first time: with absolute presence, and awe.
Giulia VitiPublished 3 days ago in FictionThe Moon is Chaos
Even now, I think about your vulnerable waxing, clinging to us with a bold strobe-light, spotlight, nestling your tragedies
Mackenzie DavisPublished 4 days ago in PoetsMovie Review: 'The People's Joker' is Among the Best of 2024
The People's Joker (2024) Directed by Vera Drew Written by Vera Drew, Bri LaRose Starring Vera Drew, Lynn Downey, Christian Calloway, Scott Aukerman, Bob Odenkirk, Tim Heidecker
Sean PatrickPublished 5 days ago in PrideAsk Me In December
Ask me in December If I love you And I will close my eyes and smile I will take my time before I speak I will breathe you in like a candle of pine
angela hepworthPublished 6 days ago in Poets📢 Raise Your Voice Thread: 04/25/2024
Our “Raise Your Voice Threads” are hosted every other Thursday at 12PM ET to offer creators more avenues to uncover exceptional stories on Vocal. As we are continuously searching for fresh creators and inspiring stories, this thread provides an opportunity to exchange and discuss the stories that have moved and motivated us on Vocal.
Raise Your Voice by VocalPublished 2 days ago in ResourcesLow Whistles
The wind has a low whistle, coming from the north east. It’s the end of April. The wind shouldn’t be coming from the north east.
Diana PennPublished 4 days ago in PoetsTry These
How carefully some choose the right footwear Occasion, mood, height, weight, color and style Collapse the search parameters; they care
D. J. ReddallPublished 2 days ago in PoetsPower of Faith
The power of faith is amazing Don't worry, I don't mean religious faith, I'm not here to convert you, though if you are religious you might relate to this just as well in your own way
Donny FoleyPublished 3 days ago in HumansTurning
“I don’t know what I would do without you,” turns to “I don’t know what to do with you,” turns to “I don’t know,”
Sam Eliza GreenPublished 3 days ago in Poets