fact or fiction
Is it a fact or is it merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores relationship myths and truths to get your head out of the clouds and back into romantic reality.
Please Don’t Read This
They say you should face your fears. One of my biggest fears is that someone will read my notebooks and realise that I’m mad, that I can’t write, and that even when I do write, my first drafts are so terrible that I should be shot in the name of literature. So, here it is. Several pages of my notebook. Uncut. The only thing I’ve corrected is the spelling.
By James Garside4 years ago in Humans
The nothing of everything
THE NOTHING OF EVERYTHING! Something to consider ALEXAAAA! remind me to "fax a copy of the denSO"!!! Ouch!! I stubbed my toe and to add to that the hot water is out! And not just out ! However, out at a time when it's truly needed the most. Hmmm, just another typical Monday why not realize that my toe wanted to meet the edge of the nightstand this morning only to deceive me throughout the day and hopefully not during the night.
By Our conscious paths4 years ago in Humans
Liberalism Of Roy
In today's era ,if anybody talks about "feminism" people saw them in a very negative way . We need to understand the true meaning of feminism , it doesn't mean anti-men .People misinterpreted the concept of feminism . It is very liberated idea it is just demands for a equitable society in which every citizen, irrespective of their gender peacefully . people think is as an alien or western to our culture but in reality it is universal . It is just a myth that inequality doesn't exist . But the question is that why we need to put forward a community . Well if we study the history of India we get the answer.
By radioactive4 years ago in Humans
The Unrevealed Knowledge
The Unrevealed Knowledge - Generational Curse What is your understanding of ¨Generational Curse¨? The answer can vary depending on each individual's religious practice or traditions. One might say my great grandmother was cursed by a witch, as a result our entire generation line becomes subject to certain misfortunes such as poverty, sickness and premature deaths, just to name a few.
By Divine-Messengers4 years ago in Humans
The Legend
In this by-place of nature there abode, in a remote period of American history, that is to say, some thirty years since, a worthy wight of the name of Ichabod Crane, who sojourned, or, as he expressed it, "tarried," in Sleepy Hollow, for the purpose of instructing the children of the vicinity. He was a native of Connecticut, a State which supplies the Union with pioneers for the mind as well as for the forest, and sends forth yearly its legions of frontier woodmen and country schoolmasters. The cognomen of Crane was not inapplicable to his person. He was tall, but exceedingly lank, with narrow shoulders, long arms and legs, hands that dangled a mile out of his sleeves, feet that might have served for shovels, and his whole frame most loosely hung together. His head was small, and flat at top, with huge ears, large green glassy eyes, and a long snipe nose, so that it looked like a weather-cock perched upon his spindle neck to tell which way the wind blew. To see him striding along the profile of a hill on a windy day, with his clothes bagging and fluttering about him, one might have mistaken him for the genius of famine descending upon the earth, or some scarecrow eloped from a cornfield. His schoolhouse was a low building of one large room, rudely constructed of logs; the windows partly glazed, and partly patched with leaves of old copybooks. It was most ingeniously secured at vacant hours, by a withe twisted in the handle of the door, and stakes set against the window shutters; so that though a thief might get in with perfect ease, he would find some embarrassment in getting out,--an idea most probably borrowed by the architect, Yost Van Houten, from the mystery of an eelpot. The schoolhouse stood in a rather lonely but pleasant situation, just at the foot of a woody hill, with a brook running close by, and a formidable birch-tree growing at one end of it. From hence the low murmur of his pupils' voices, conning over their lessons, might be heard in a drowsy summer's day, like the hum of a beehive; interrupted now and then by the authoritative voice of the master, in the tone of menace or command, or, peradventure, by the appalling sound of the birch, as he urged some tardy loiterer along the flowery path of knowledge. Truth to say, he was a conscientious man, and ever bore in mind the golden maxim, "Spare the rod and spoil the child." Ichabod Crane's scholars certainly were not spoiled.
By rampravesh4 years ago in Humans
Holding at all costs
It was 7am and I was walking the trail in town. I preferred early morning exercise, it helped me remain alert for the rest for the day. And today was going to be a busy one. Zoom meeting at 9, quick store run, then another Zoom meeting at 3. I quickened my pace. I would be Video Conferencing until 6. I had dinner plans after with my neighbor Kay. She was celebrating seven years of sobriety. I was proud of her and thought she deserved recognition. My treat.
By Sandra Goncalves4 years ago in Humans
