Life
What was the hardest personal goal you've set for yourself?
To fight for my happiness, even if I am fighting for it alone. To be my own cheerleader. Not to give up on what makes me happy and have a talent for just because those around me don't see the value in it the same way I do. No one can love and support you better than yourself. On the flip side, no one can ruin and destroy you better than yourself. You can be your own worst enemy or your own strong support system.
By Brestylefire2 years ago in Writers
If you had a million dollars to give away, who would you give it to?
I would give money to fund ways for people to embrace and hone in their own creative talents. There are so many people, young and old,gifted with the talent of writing, singing, drawing, painting, graphic design, etc, but feel they can't do what they love and are good at, while making money. Many people let their talents go to waste or give up on them altogether for the sake of making sure they have food on their table, clothes on their back, and a roof over their heads. If I had a million dollars, I would put it towards encouraging them that you can still do all that, while still doing what you love and are good at. Give them a push in the right direction, then let them do what they are meant to do. It's sad to think about all the people who are blessed with so many talents, but because of the stress of money, don't utilize them the way whatever higher being they worship ( if they worship a higher being) intended them to do so. You were given your gift and talents for a reason. It wasn't for them to go to waste for the sake of money. That's just what I believe anyway.
By Brestylefire2 years ago in Writers
Listening to the Living
Swimming to the surface - there's light up there. Dazzling swirling pools of light and dark shapes above but everything's soft and blurry making me dizzy and I can't tell which way is up... A double somersault through water but not water air but not air - the soft drag on my skin like the look of fog floating above the river but not cold like the feel of it. A thrumming humming sound like Princess' purr in my ear on my pillow. I feel the curve of my backbone as I fly over the vault - turning over and over in slow motion unfolding like a sheet blown in the wind - straightening out like a pencil - arms stretched - toes pointed - the sparkle of blue sequins gliding and tumbling towards the shifting flashing light.
By Stephanie Ginger2 years ago in Writers
Thou Shalt Never Leave Thy Reader Annoyed
(Click below for SoundCloud Audio) When it comes to important writing commandments, ordinal numbers are not necessarily helpful here. There are things that writers should/shouldn’t do that even in a priority listing would all need to be in that number one slot. So that’s exactly where I’m going to put them.
By The Dani Writer2 years ago in Writers
When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)?
Getting my first check from my first job working at college doing work-study. I had never gotten a check before let alone, been given so much money before. I felt so responsible and grown-up. It always feels good knowing your hard work is being paid off in some way. I have always been the type of person who saves their money for a long time, so spending it all at once wasn’t a concern. It did feel good knowing I didn’t have to go to other people, like my mom, for things I need or want. I could just buy it myself. It’s a different feeling knowing the money you are spending is your own. You don’t have to feel bad or guilty, like you would if you were spending someone else’s money you borrowed, or they loaned to you. That’s why I always work hard to make sure I can pay my own way or take care of my own needs. My first check motivated me even more to want to be independent and do my own thing.
By Brestylefire2 years ago in Writers
life's facts
Once upon a time in the bustling city of Reflectionville, there lived a young woman named Emma. She was a curious soul, always seeking knowledge and eager to understand life's mysteries. Emma had heard tales of an ancient library hidden deep within the heart of the city, said to hold the key to life's greatest truths.
By Chinemerem Uzoamaka2 years ago in Writers
