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Opportunities for Comedians in the Social Media Era
The social media age has had a profound impact on every aspect of the entertainment industry. The ways that people consume content have been drastically transformed. For better or for worse, the comedy industry is no exception to this trend. After the rise and fall of famous comedy hubs and comedy clubs in the United States, the opportunities for unknown but talented comedians are limited because the performers either do not have the chance to perform there or do not have their comedic touches. Moreover, the average rating of traditional comedy TV programs has also been sharply declining. Let’s discuss about comedian profession in this blog with Dan Nainan Comedian in this blog.
By Dan Nainan10 months ago in Chapters
Ashes of the Drowned Part 2
The water was ice-cold, and it didn’t feel natural. Vaelin and Elira trudged through the southern quarter of Nareth, where the map she recovered had marked something hidden beneath the streets. Mossy stonework arched over their heads in crumbling remnants of coastal architecture—half-drowned, half-forgotten.
By Richard Bailey10 months ago in Chapters
Never Open That Door – Not What You Know But Who You Know
This is part II of this story. Part I can be found here: Gabby, the budding journalist, has a problem; she can never let things just be. She always has to know the answer.
By Calvin London10 months ago in Chapters
Mary had a little lamb . Content Warning.
Mary awoke to silence. She didn’t know how long she had been asleep—or if she had ever truly woken at all. Time felt warped, stretched thin like old wool. The ceiling above her was unfamiliar: rough wooden beams dark with age. A candle flickered somewhere nearby, casting shadows that danced like silent specters on the walls. Her limbs were heavy. Her mouth dry. But she was alive. Sebastian was the first thing she saw when she turned her head. Sitting at the edge of the room, motionless. Watching. As always. “Where… am I?” she whispered, throat raw. “You’re home,” he said gently. His voice, once a comfort, now sent a chill down her spine. “You were sick. But I’ve been taken care of you.” She nodded, too weak to question further. He nuzzled her hand with false affection, and for a fleeting moment, Mary felt the warmth of familiarity. But then, in the quiet, she heard something else. Whispers. Faint. From the floorboards below. She tried to sit up, but her body refused. Her mind, however, began to unravel the knots. There were flashes—fragments of a forest clearing, a red cloak, blood on snow. A woman screaming. A voice, too deep to belong to any lamb, whispering: “She doesn’t need to know.” Mary began to weep, quietly. And Sebastian pressed closer, as if comforting her. But she noticed something. The smell. Not of earth or hay. Not of farm life or woodsmoke. It was the coppery scent of blood. Mary’s gaze drifted across the room. In the corner, beneath a cloth, was something lumpy. A shape she couldn’t define. She blinked hard, and when she opened her eyes again, the cloth was gone. Empty space. No trace. Her mind must be playing tricks on her. That’s what Sebastian told her. “You’re remembering things that didn’t happen,” he said calmly, almost pitying. “Trauma creates shadows. I’m here to keep them away.” She nodded, trying to believe him. But every night, when the candle burned low and the shadows grew long, the whispers returned. And they weren’t in her head. They came from beneath the floor.
By E. hasan10 months ago in Chapters
Businesswoman Chapter 105
Fascinder snorted. He looked at the tariffs on the table sent down by the federal government. A nasty grin curled around his face. This is what he waited for in life. He shot out of his chair like a rusty spring popping out of a mattress. With his own plans, he outlined the possibilities of a truly fascist State.
By Skyler Saunders10 months ago in Chapters
We Both Were Introverts
He and I had been neighbors for a couple of weeks, and we had only exchanged a few hellos. One day, my cat decided to use his garden as a litter box. He, as an introvert, did not confront me directly. He simply left a courteous message on my porch, with a smiley face drawn at the end. I answered by cleaning his garden at night, so I wouldn’t have to face him.
By Ha Le Sa10 months ago in Chapters
Before It Ends. Content Warning.
"Wh... what??" My voice trembled as I stared in shock at my mother with the ring in my hands as my gaze moved to the deep red stone on it.
By Luna Verity10 months ago in Chapters
The Life of Levi Rupp: Part 5
Levi was finishing his shift and wanted to walk home, a chance to air out the struggles of his recent events from Silas, from the coach, and his emotional ties to Mila. “Levi, a word before you go.” It was Levi’s boss, either his schedule changed or he’s being fired due to recent budget cuts. Levi gave him a nod acknowledging him as he gathered his bag of clothes. It was a mobile office, so the space was confined, and his boss was sitting down, exhausted from the long night. “Sir.” “Ah, Levi. This won’t be long, I know you have school tomorrow so I’ll get to it.” Levi was silent, standing respectfully with his arms crossed in front of him. “Levi, I want you to take a vacation.” “A vacation?” “Yes, you always come into work, you work hard, and you never call out. You’re young and you have a lot on your plate. Take all of next week off.” “Thank you, but…” Levi’s manager raised his hand, cutting him off, “Levi, you’ll still get paid your hourly wage, but I want you to rest. Part of working is discovering balance. Now, go home and I’ll see you in a couple weeks.” Levi, smiling from the good news, thanked his boss and began his long walk home.
By Sibley Shamra10 months ago in Chapters
Businesswoman Chapter 104
When the rain and wind tried to deter them from their plan, they refused to let the wetness and gusts spoil their plans. A meeting at the Mercier Hotel restaurant showed Loreen with Horatio, Lisa with a new beau named Davis Etner, and Entrepreneur Paul with Miss Wilmington.
By Skyler Saunders10 months ago in Chapters
The Hidden Staircase
It was the summer I turned fourteen when I discovered the hidden staircase in my grandmother’s house. I’d been staying with her for a few weeks while my parents traveled abroad. Her home was an old, creaky Victorian tucked into a quiet street at the edge of town — the kind of place where the floorboards groaned under your feet and every cabinet had its own story. I always had the feeling that the house was watching me.
By Mysterious/Cool Style10 months ago in Chapters
Lessons I’ve Learned From Rock Bottom
There was a time when I thought I had everything figured out. A decent job, a predictable routine, and a handful of people I thought I could rely on. But life has a funny way of teaching lessons — often in the most brutal, unexpected ways.
By Mysterious/Cool Style10 months ago in Chapters
VIRAL SCARS
Should I say I made a wrong choice All my life, I've always believed in humanity and dedicated my page to expressing my love for different people across different walks of life. I've had brand deals come in from different brands that prioritize inclusivity and collaborated with influencers of different races. I built an empire leaning on voices I swore I wanted to elevate. I used the right words, followed the right pages and I spoke the "truth".
By Agwaraonye Veronica 10 months ago in Chapters