literature
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44 4ever Chekhov
Ms. Lori Lamothe, in her wonderful story, Eat Your Cake: Think Like Chekhov. Four unconventional strategies for success, quotes, among fascinating facts about the great author and his era, an instance of his To Be or Not to Be, though his may seem less important.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Humans
How Anne Frank Taught Me How to Write a Diary
I have a plethora of favorite authors but one particular writer will always have a special place in my heart — Anne Frank. It was during a 4th-grade history lesson that I had first heard about Anne Frank. A few days later, while scouring the bookstore for new books to read, my eyes immediately fixated upon the book with the picture of a girl staring right at me. It seemed as if her beaming face itself could narrate an entire story altogether.
By Lumos Leviosa5 years ago in Humans
Art Form of Weaving Words
Besides being a mother, what fulfills me? That makes me feel alive as if I am created with a purpose beyond being a wife and mother? Writing is a way to tend to people in the forms of comforting them, easing their minds, taking them out of their stress zones, or merely stimulating their brain as a form of mental exercise, a passion that activates a bottle of energy within me.
By Amber Dulaney5 years ago in Humans
I Do Not Want To Be a Writer
I do not want to be a writer. Everyone on Vocal wants to be a writer to some degree. It is why we’re all here. We all share that unscratchable itch to put words to paper. We want our thoughts, our feelings, our ideas, conveyed to the world, and the only way we know how is through writing. We so desperately want to be understood, to entertain, to create. It is the eternal struggle that connects us all. We want to share our crafted worlds and experiences with someone, anyone who may resonate with it. I do not want to be a writer, however being a writer is not something you choose. It is something within you, or something that happens upon you. One day a compulsion arises in you to write, and you obey. There are many types of writers in this world: the novelist, the blogger, the poet, etc. I do not want to be a writer, but if I am resigned to my fate of being such, I want to be the Neil Gaiman of writers.
By Vagabond Writes5 years ago in Humans
If not for Spoobis, there'd not be a story about him.
Story has been a part of my life as long as I can remember. Growing up, whenever my mom and I would make puppets, I would fold them into my performances and home movies. My grandpa, the quintessential storyteller, who worked at Paramount Studios, taught me that small groups of people can pull off great feats when they believe whole-heartedly and work together.
By Eric Brooks5 years ago in Humans
You Choose Your Own Adventure.
As you did every week, you visited the library. The worn brick building was gigantic, occupying the entire corner of the street. Normally a quick and pleasant stroll from your house, today you ran faster than lightening to reach your destination. You may get struck by lightening if you dawdled. Drowning in a flood if you did not hurry was a legitimate concern. Such a fate had befallen other uninformed people previously.
By Shannon Ruane5 years ago in Humans
happiness & contentment
One thing that is important is to understand just how ineffective chasing a feeling can be. Happiness is not something that is achievable 24/7, and there will always be moments when you wish you could be happier than you are. This being said, I also believe it is necessary to be appreciative of happiness when it does come, because it won’t last forever. I think it’s such a cliche at this point, but happiness is truly a journey rather than a destination.
By Ari Asha Love5 years ago in Humans
Running with Scissors
Running with scissors My name is Judy, and I'm a recovering Aichmophobe. ( Aichmophobia is technically the fear of needles and sharp objects. Of which I'm really not afraid. Unless the needle is in a sewing machine. I searched and was unable to find a word for Sewmophobia.) But again, I'm not really worried about the needle, though I am very concerned about what I'm supposed to do with it!
By Judith L Pearson5 years ago in Humans
Snipping Stories
I have a confession to make. At seven years old, I became a thief. I’m not proud of my criminal past. However, establishing a “three books per week” rule felt like cruel and unusual punishment. Therefore, I stole from my elementary school library. Like any good thief, I had an accomplice: the librarian. She always looked away when I sneaked a couple extra items in my Mickey Mouse backpack. She never mentioned when, instead of returning the allotted three books every Friday, I returned five or six. From second to fifth grade, this was my routine. On Mondays before class started, I’d rush to the library, and patiently wait for my accomplice to unlock the door. Once she did, I zoomed in, silently perusing through the shelves. My tiny sticky fingers snatched whatever looked interesting. I’d check out my allotted three books, stuff a couple extra in my backpack, and head to class.
By Karla Abreu5 years ago in Humans
