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Stupid wizard. Content Warning.
In the magical land of Non sensica, where talking animals and flying broomsticks were as common as houseflies, there lived a bumbling wizard named Bungledorf. Bungledorf had a particular knack for getting himself into the most absurd and comical situations imaginable.
By anu shani2 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
What Goes into Proper Garden Maintenance, and How Much Should You Budget for It?
Dubai, a city known for its dazzling skyscrapers and modernity, is also home to a diverse range of gardens and green spaces. Amidst the desert landscape, these lush paradises serve as tranquil retreats, providing respite from the hustle and bustle of urban life. Maintaining a garden in Dubai is a unique endeavor, requiring a blend of expertise, precision, and an understanding of the city's arid climate. In this comprehensive guide, we shall delve into the intricacies of garden maintenance in Dubai, exploring the key elements, seasonal considerations, and the importance of professional care.
By NZRA Landscape2 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
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
"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
National Novel Writing Month: Preptober #2
Oh yes, I'm back again, hiking a backpack full of research material, NaNoWriMo prep books, and inspirational quotes your way.
By Amanda Starks2 years ago in Writers
Spinning Through Time: Childhood Reflections and Nature's Harmony
The earliest memories of my childhood are etched in my mind with a delicate subtlety. I recall standing in the middle of our neighborhood street, a curious four-year-old, spinning around like a whirling dervish. In those moments, I contemplated the daily rhythms of life – the sun's ascent and descent, the constant ebb and flow of time. It struck me then, as it does now, that each day would inevitably slip away, leaving me with fleeting memories. At that moment, amidst the twirls and the dizzying sensation of movement, I made a silent promise to myself: I would hold onto this moment forever. I would remember that four-year-old me, untouched by the formalities of school, untouched by the responsibilities of adulthood.
By afifa2 years ago in Writers
FEMA
Ever heard the phrase big brother is watching you? This is brought to a different level US national wide at 2:20 pm a new Emergency alert that has a unique showed up all over the world. It has shaken the internet making this big news.
By Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)2 years ago in Writers
Until It's Exhausting
As I take on the daring challenge of quitting my job to pursue a career in writing and music, I can't help but feel like everything has changed with my passion.
By Kadence2 years ago in Writers
Reflections After Clicking "Submit"
For all of you who submitted works to the Vocal Writing Awards ... how are you feeling? I decided to rework existing pieces to submit, digging deep in my files. I had hoped to write new pieces too, but these intentions floated off in the breeze of calendar pages flipping all too quickly.
By Sonia Heidi Unruh2 years ago in Writers
Seeking Opinions: Reading by Author or by Genre. Top Story - October 2023.
It’s a question that’s been bothering me a great deal recently. To preface it, let me present two scenarios: Scenario A
By Stephen A. Roddewig2 years ago in Writers