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AI Jobocalypse
Artificial intelligence has sparked intense debate about the future of human employment. While headlines warn of mass job displacement and corporate leaders predict shrinking workforces, the reality is far more nuanced. AI isn't simply replacing workers - it's fundamentally transforming how we work, what we do, and the skills we need to succeed.
By Narghiza Ergashova6 months ago in Writers
Growing Up, or Something Resembling It. Content Warning.
The late-night air of a Seattle summer filled my lungs in between drags of a cigarette, as airplanes flew overhead and the night sky was burdened by city lights. We sat on the swings of an empty schoolyard gently lulling to and fro, staring at each other through quick glances in between quiet conversation. We sat like this for hours, learning the complexities of each other through intimate conversations and telling stories about our childhood, talking about all of the things that make meeting new people when you're twenty years old exciting.
By Lilah Looper6 months ago in Writers
Emmanuel Clase: The Rise of a Baseball Phenomenon. AI-Generated.
In the world of Major League Baseball (MLB), few stories are as compelling as that of Emmanuel Clase. The Dominican-born pitcher has rapidly ascended through the ranks to become one of the most dominant closers in the game. With a unique blend of talent, determination, and a powerful pitching arsenal, Clase has captured the attention of fans and analysts alike. This article delves into his early life, career trajectory, pitching style, and impact on the game, providing a comprehensive look at this rising star.
By Trend Vantage6 months ago in Writers
Love Story 2
In the charming city of Havenbrook, cobblestone streets wound through historic neighborhoods, casting a quaint spell on its visitors. The air was perpetually scented with the warmth of blooming flowers, making it a picturesque setting for tales of love.
By Stefan Stefanov6 months ago in Writers
Writing Changed My Life — Here’s How
✍️ Writing Writing has always been a powerful tool for people to make their thoughts known — from ancient Neolithic cave paintings to TikTok captions today. But what is writing, really? And how can you use it to share your ideas in a way that feels true to you?
By Matthew Yu6 months ago in Writers
Dream Plateau
Guiding her through a valley by the shores edge, the sandy beach gripping slightly over a spread grassy plain. The area where small flowers of yellow, blues and reds peak up over the blades of soft grass. Her motion easily striding along with me as we climb a small plateau that deepens our view of the ocean below us. I look to her taking in she is here with me at all, as if dreams can be a sort of reality but I never once imagined a dream such as her. Watching as she looks over the world around us, her smile spreading to me as I can’t help to myself. The captivation of her kneeling to the semi bare rock that had a lone daisy thriving in a crack of the stone. Her fingers touching the pedals lightly as if to enjoy it’s presence with her, making me almost invisible. But the suttle gleam peering over this flower, I knew that divinity, that grace. As if that flower reminded her of herself yet I can’t stop admiring her entirety. Walking silently over to her as a breeze catches her hair some, the strains freely dancing with the low sun light presenting a calm smile that will last forever in my memory. Bending down to her side she whispers to me or maybe the flower, “this is magic.” She looks over towards me while I sit across from her, just then her eyes kissing into mine as the setting over the horizon sprays the colors of a days end. Her smile stretching over her cheeks as my heart seems to clench, her eyes never leaving me as the tips of her fingers graze gently over my chin. Her eyes dip as her sigh releases through her partly opened lips. 'Is this where I take my chance?' Her hand falling slowly to her side from where it was once touched onto me. My arm out stretches, my sudden urge to grab her hand into mine. Looking at her desperately as a shocked exterior gleams over her face. The lump in my throat being gulped down as my head bows some. "I... I love you...." My chest heats, my heart throbbing as if it can not get enough blood to my body. As she smirks up at me. With a smirk such as that reaching deep into me, I close my eyes for a second while a tender push is felt into my lips. Oh how it feels to be struck by thousands of electric pulses in every nerve of my body. I open a eye to see its her lips on mine. I lose my breath in that second but find the freedom of my soul to engage in this moment. My palm raises to press into her cheek, my fingertips gliding over. As I fall into her.. We both seem to smile while I take in all of her, the depths of which I crave to remain. Our kiss halts as our eyes now shyly meet. I seem to not want to look away cause if I do, will any of this cease to exist or will this be a moment that lasts along with the whimsical breeze pushing between us. My hand over her cheek trembles some while hers places over mine, the tips of her fingers loosely gripping my hand. When her head tilted into my touch, I felt as if it were a privilege because she’s what makes my heart flutter.
By Magnar Arne6 months ago in Writers
