Mystery
10 Key Components Of A Landing Page That Will Capture Leads
10 Key Components Of A Landing Page That Will Capture Leads Your landing page is one of the most important pages on your website. It’s the first impression that visitors to your site will have, and it’s what convinces them to take action and sign up for your newsletter or make a purchase. If you don’t have a great landing page, then you could be losing potential customers to your competition! With this in mind, let’s look at 10 key components of a landing page that will capture leads.
By Bryant Gray3 years ago in Fiction
Mining Man
He placed his gloved hand over his brow and wiped. He was hot and sweaty, the work was hard, grinding. His face was smeared with dirt , and his clothes were musty smelling. Five years he had been working in this mine. They had a pretty good haul just a few weeks ago. He lifted his Pick ax and hummed as he sheathed it into the rock above him. He again wondered why the hell he didn’t go to college. His old man was on his case about it, but he was a miner too. His father had mined for the war, tungsten, barite, and lead to make bullets. He had finished high school, and started working for the same company as his pop. It was not that he was dumb, he really liked mechanics and figuring out things. Kids used to bring him their broken bikes and he had this innate talent to fix them, even better than they were. Yeah , he was smart alright, just not book smart. Sometimes he would get things backwards, numbers, letters, and he had to figure out how to make them right. He figured out a system, and from then things improved, but it was too late for college acceptance. Working in the shaft made sense, his father had done it , his grandfather as well, and now he did it, a family tradition. He stopped for a minute and grabbed his canteen. The cool water trickled down his dusty throat.
By compassion243 years ago in Fiction
Fear In A Box
"I am tired of life," Stacy complained to her support group of three long-time friends as they enjoyed their weekly dinner at The Food Place. An inviting and comfortable family-owned restaurant a few miles from their hometown. Which served tasty and soulful meals.
By Annelise Lords 3 years ago in Fiction
Layers
"I hope I get it, I hope I get it, I hope I get it". I wake up, put off my rain sounds and think for a bit. It's interesting seeing how far I've come and a bit overwhelming too. I put this aside remembering I have so much to look forward to this week. "Aaah! Four more days until graduation! Finally ! ", I squealed. I only have a couple of things left on my to-do list before travel-altering my suit and altering my speech. "Hmm..maybe more references? or should I be more relatable?", I thought. I get my notepad on my desk and reach for a pen in the stationary holder. I see my "Believe in what you believe" button in there and sigh with a flash of memories. I got it with my closest friend from elementary to middle school until I moved for high school and she moved with relocation. We shared an appreciation for the Wormholes show and attended a convention where we got the buttons. I wonder-
By Merritt Xavier3 years ago in Fiction
True North. Runner-Up in Weekend Getaway Challenge.
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. Ponderosa Pines pitched low and forward from the weight of the latest storm. The wheels of my car creaked and crunched through the unpaved path. I moved slowly, but he and I buzzed together side-by-side, giddy with anticipation of our impending adventure.
By Kaitlin Oster3 years ago in Fiction
Technology: The Next Level
Technology: The Next Level After I got home from running errands all morning, I decided to sit on my porch, drinking a cup of coffee with an enjoyable read. While reading my new book; the phone rang. I answered my phone, to my surprise; it was a friend from the past. Wow…I couldn’t believe it. I haven’t spoken to or seen Shirley in ten years. We go way…way back, like junior high school. We were on the phone for three hours. She ended the conversation letting me know that she sent me old pictures of us; I will be getting them by priority mail sometime today. I smiled on the thought of seeing pictures of us girls, teenagers, college students and so on.
By Roseanne F Cassar3 years ago in Fiction
Class of 2012
It's evident to everyone who knows me that I love music, I'm a true classic rocker. It might be the year 2029 and times have changed but my tunes haven't. Music today lacks substance. Everything is so overly processed. What happened to the days when people actually played instruments and sang a little off key at their concerts? Man, what I would do to see The Who, or Fleetwood Mac or even Def Leopard play live. That would be heaven. Instead, I result to surfing You Tube when I get that carnal craving to satisfy my eyes and ears with the music of yesterday's raw talent.
By Lamar Wiggins3 years ago in Fiction
The Secret Mystery Box
My entire life changed drastically overnight after receiving a mysterious package from an anonymous sender the day before. What I thought was going to be a perfect day staying indoors on the first day of winter. It began instead to unfold with a heavy snow blizzard that covered the forest throughout the day followed by a cold night, the icy wind send shivers up and down my poor aching back as my Ring camera detected motion at 5 am as I received an alert from my Apple iPhone 12 Pro Max that a large mysterious package was left at my front doorstep.
By Victoria Ramos3 years ago in Fiction
The Unknown Parcel
1:30 P.M. I looked at the time and realized I slept in way too long. As a college student, it was pretty common for someone like myself to wake up so late in the day if they had no morning classes. I walked around the apartment and realized...
By Nathan Kontney3 years ago in Fiction
The Novel
There are some things we never forget. Sometimes these things change our lives and the course we are on. Six months ago on a morning thick with fog I received an anonymous package by a drone from a secret admirer. I know this because inside the package was a novel and the note that came along with it was this:
By J.M. Powell3 years ago in Fiction
If I Burn
Four walls of smooth, gray stone and a glassy black floor encage me in this strange space. Bright lights from above illuminate the room with a blinding intensity and I shiver against the harsh cold. I look at my arms -goosebumps. Not only that but I’m wearing a minimalist, tight fitting outfit of pure white that I can’t remember putting on.
By Sydney Otterson3 years ago in Fiction
