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Celebrating Impact(3): Margaret Mitchell
Which of us has not heard of the thought-provoking iconic movie, Gone With The Wind (1939)? Despite the story being written way back in 1936, the book is still making its mark on society through new generations of avid readers. However, why am I featuring its famous White author in my Black History Month tributes? Simply because I was blown away to learn of her involvement in improving the lives of African Americans in her locality at a time when even looking at a person across the segregated colour divide could cost someone his life!
By Elaine Sihera2 years ago in Writers
Sweet silent love
There they were sitting on that cold hard bench Next to each other but so far at the same time The air was cool and crispy with a hint of salt
By Eleni. M2 years ago in Writers
It is Canadian Thanksgiving day
As Canadians the world over prepare to celebrate Thanksgiving, we pause a moment to celebrate with them. "Thanksgiving (French: Action de grâce) or Thanksgiving Day (French: Jour de l'Action de grâce), is an annual Canadian holiday and harvest festival, held on the second Monday in October, which celebrates the harvest and other blessings of the past year. Outside of the country, it may be referred to as Canadian Thanksgiving to distinguish it from the American holiday of the same name and related celebrations in other regions.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Writers
Why I Continue To Write On Medium Even Without Gaining Followers
Writing online sometimes comes with risks, and one of those risks is that even though you write something - doesn't mean that anyone is going to read it.
By Elise L. Blake2 years ago in Writers
Keeping On A Positive Path
Introduction I often see things or behavior that grates on me in the Facebook groups and think "I should write about that or call that out" but then realize that it just makes me a bit whiney and as bad as the people that I would be calling out.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Writers
Take your love back, it makes me cry.
My first love made me feel like shit in all different ways that I’d never imagined even possible. Not only did he attack my work ethic, he also attacked my sanity, my mental vulnerabilities, my appearance, my personality, my health, my honesty, my relationship with myself, my family, my friendships. Everything I can imagine that I have built and spent years maintaining or even strengthening, he not only judged me for, but he re-wrote. For some stupid reason-no-because I loved him and I trusted him, I let him. Then I forgot myself, I said I’d stay, I cried, and I went back. I hate myself for it. However, the thing that I truly hate, is him. I see now with open eyes just how fucked up he is. The way he treated me, I would never wish onto another human being. He was cruel and he was aware of it. Every single thing he did was completely for himself and I have no idea how there couldn’t have been an ounce of empathy left over, tucked away somewhere in his mind. He let me pick up all his anger; insecurities, social and moral difficulties and fix them for him. And then he had the audacity to take that love and willingness, and empowering and use it to make me feel even worse about myself. He knew that he was getting away with it, taking advantage of my kindness, my emotions, my forgiveness. He knew that I was too good to be with him but instead of learning and trying to do better, he just tried to make me worse.
By Yas2 years ago in Writers
Please Don’t Use ChatGPT to Make Money Online on Vocal 😢
I can’t believe I am actually saying this. But the AI abuse has gone on for too long and there’s videos outside of the platform that are actively encouraging it. After doing my best to be the decil’s advocate on AI, I don’t think I can do a good job on being that role anymore. Especially when people think it’s okay to use AI just to make a quick buck and take that spot away from somebody who worked work on their story.
By Chloe Gilholy2 years ago in Writers
Past the Shroud of Shadows
In the peaceful town of Havenbrook, settled between thick woodlands and moving slopes, there existed a legend that had been murmured starting with one age then onto the next. It was said that just past the edges of town, concealed profound inside the dim and old woods, lay a spot known as the Cloak of Shadows — a domain where reality and dreams interweaved, and the line among constantly obscured.
By MD Rifatul Islam2 years ago in Writers
"Echoes of Time: The Melodic Bond"
Once, in a small, forgotten town named Eldridge, there stood an ancient mansion cloaked in mystery. Its timeworn walls whispered secrets of forgotten eras, and its overgrown garden seemed to hold memories of long-lost laughter.
By Sigas paudel2 years ago in Writers
"Murmurs of Creative mind". Content Warning.
In the curious waterfront town of Willow brook, settled between rough precipices and the shining ocean, carried on with a young lady named Elara. She was known all through the town for her unfathomable creative mind and her capacity to transform the standard into the remarkable. To Elara, the world was a material ready to be painted with the dynamic shades of her imagination.
By MD Rifatul Islam2 years ago in Writers
petrichor moment
I was hurrying to quickly reach my class as the prayer was going to start soon, and just when I reached the class, someone pulled my hair from behind.
By silver ekhator2 years ago in Writers
Embracing Realistic Expectations When It Comes To Writing
Despite what the recent 24hrnovel challenge attempts to do each June, writing a novel in a day is a nearly impossible feat.
By Elise L. Blake2 years ago in Writers