Achievements
Writers that never really existed
Writers that never really existed When Publishing House Valen Court books wanted to reprint The Beehive by Margaret odonnell, they spent months trying to find the author and get their official permission. Odonnell is a really popular last name in Ireland which only made the task harder. They searched public documents and newspaper archives, and even used the data from the book's dust jacket like her University name to locate the mysterious author. There was another woman with the same name mentioned in a bibliography found on Google books, but it turned out to be the wrong Margaret Jane No Donal which only made things worse. Finally, they had to use Twitter for help. Twitter was a risky move because it was like openly admitting that the book writes were up for grabs. The Publishing House wanted to reprint The Beehive because they felt like it could be relevant again when they saw a mention of it in an article online. First, they had to find the book itself. A University Library helped out with that and then the detective work began. Eventually, someone sent the obituary for the right Margaret O'Donnell. She had passed away in 2019 and her son had become the executive of her estate. With this information, Valen Court Books was able to track down the right Margaret Odonnell and reprint The Beehive.
By Damn Savage2 years ago in Writers
Celtics Rack Up Victories and Spotlights New Stars in NBA Games
The Boston Celtics have recently been killing it in the NBA, playing great games that have everyone talking about their talented team. People are starting to think they might really shake things up in the league.
By Firaol bushura2 years ago in Writers
Solara's Stand. Content Warning.
In a vast, dense forest, there stood a solitary tree named Solara. Unlike the towering, densely packed trees surrounding her, Solara found herself alone, a single entity amidst the thriving woodland. Despite her solitary existence, Solara possessed an unyielding spirit and an unwritten tale that unfolded through the whispers of the wind and rustling leaves.
By White Wolf2 years ago in Writers
Rising from Ashes: From candlelight dreams to city skyscrapers. Content Warning.
Once upon a time in a small village nestled between rolling hills and lush green fields, there lived a young boy named Ravi. He came from a humble and impoverished family, where each day brought new challenges and struggles. Despite the hardships, Ravi possessed an unwavering determination to break free from the cycle of poverty and make something meaningful out of his life.
By White Wolf2 years ago in Writers
Online Publishing platforms . Content Warning.
Online publishing platform and there are several alternatives that cater to writers, bloggers, and content creators. Keep in mind that the popularity and features of platforms can change over time, so it's a good idea to check the latest reviews and updates. As of my last update, here are some alternatives to Medium:
By Rasheed Allen2 years ago in Writers
Plugging Sheepishly
Hi all, I am now taking the leap to share my first YA novel; " Tea With Nanny". Promoting others is always easier than promoting myself. It's available on under my previous surname, Andrea Simmons. My grandmother urged me to complete this story which I began years ago in a creative writing course. Years later, after she passed on, I gave it a go. It's a piece from my heart; I learned a whole lot about writing and hiding under my bed waiting for feedback. Like fine wine, our writing improves with age, ( unless it's from a box), of course.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Writers
Max Amillian the High Achiever
Ever since I was young. I wanted to be a hero. I wanted to achieve the greatest I possible can. And my parents helped me. They saw the eagerness and savvy curious child I was. At an early age I wanted to be something. I would work hard at school. I would aim high. I would study hard and I would practice and practice. My father was my first teacher. He would take me to the library and showed me how to draw. I would draw my heroes in history as big as I possible can. I would work really really hard at it. It was what I did before going to first grade. I really wanted to impress Mom and Dad since they work hard everyday for me to have a roof over my head, food on the table, clothes on my back, and spend time with me. Mom would love picking me up and tickling me just because she liked my laughter. She would sit me on the counter and tell me a story. My father would give me assignments. Then first grade really all the way to high school, it was the same for me. I would make straight A's at least once. My teachers saw I was eager to learn. I was eager to become someone great. That's why I loved history teaching me how to walk in the footsteps of the great and avoid the bad guys of the past. I would spend recess writing and writing. I could even write with both hands even to this day. I had no time for friends and silly get-to-gathers. My mind was focus on being a hero. To use my mind to do something great. To use my smarts for solving world problems. To use my knowledge to help lead the world. Though as I grew I was tempted but who isn't. However I wanted to challenge myself and challenge the world. In middle school, I was planning to be a teacher after all a teacher said that I am as smart as her when I made straight A's for the second time in middle school. And so I tried teaching but I found out that there is more to it then just talk. So I decided to study more and more. And when I went to high school, I was almost ready tutoring what I know and helping others pass. I did pretty well. I was on the National High Honors since 6th grade. I was on Who's Who's National List in High School for seven years. And I started elementary, high school, and college early. I took many honor classes in Spanish, History, and Science even English. I was an ambassador for Model UN. I was almost ready. Then I had a sickness, it came slowly over time crippling me up. And I got so sick I had to move into a hospital several years later. I couldn't think and I couldn't do anything. All I knew was to take my medicine. The illness I eventually found out was not deadly just lifelong. I thought my mind was crippled but I took computer tests in the hospital and excel them all. I was so smart that apart of my recovery was finishing college. And I did, I finished with distinctions and honors still not ready yet. Entering graduate program, the Masters, and getting praised for excellent writing, critical thinking and dismissing because I wanted to be a teacher. I was finally ready. Many organizations were willing to allow me to teach because of my academic mastery. But there was one final test, I had to submit those essays which were frowned upon to a scholar award. Each day anticipating and nervous, weeks and weeks then the email that I beat hundreds of other professors around the world. Now it was time. Teachers are educators. Teachers are heroes. Teachers are mountain movers. Teachers are something and they can live comfortably teaching. And they can do whatever they wanted to. And they could save the world and influence the world. Teachers were the real heroes. Then I took the tests, Science online Genius Test without any preparations and a Science Genius. Math online Genius Test without any preparations and a Math Genius. History online Genius Test without any preparations and a History Genius. I took a IQ over 130 Test and now have an IQ over 130 which is Gifted. I was on fire and ready and determined. I was back. It was my time. Max Amllian time to change the world as a multiple scholar and certified high academic achiever by four honor societies and lifetime member to two of them.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Writers
