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Thinking Out Loud
Reflection on Leslie Jamison’s Introduction: "The Best American Essays" “The essay is political—and politically useful, by which I mean humanizing and provocative—because of its commitment to nuance, its explorations of contingency, its spirit of unrest, its glee at overturned assumptions; because of the double helix of awe and distrust—faith and doubt—that structures its DNA.” Leslie Jamison, 2017
By RL Stevenson2 years ago in Writers
“The Journey of Love: An Enigma and a Transformation”
Love, at its core, is an enigma, a labyrinth of emotions and experiences that defies human understanding. It is a journey that takes us through mountains of joy and valleys of despair, through rivers of tears and oceans of laughter. It is a journey that transforms us, challenges us and, ultimately, defines us.
By Hendrik SancheZ2 years ago in Writers
Vocal Media Writers Collaboration Facebook Group
**UPDATE 2-15-24: Now Free Join!** Hello. I wanted to talk again about the Vocal Media Writers Collaboration FB group. Firstly, it should have had a shorter name; I’m aware of that. Anyway, I posted a day or two ago about the group with a very technical and methodical approach. However, despite a lot of my post being that way, thanks to my years of freelancing, I wanted to talk about it in less of a “stuff-shirt” way and more of a way that is me, and much more casual.
By Timothy A Rowland2 years ago in Writers
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By Timothy A Rowland2 years ago in Writers
In the lost stance of life. Top Story - February 2024.
In the lost stance of life Nothingness is the land where my thoughts belong a little too often. The art of wandering in the lost ocean of opportunities while creating the dreams I want to stride upon is the skill I have mastered in the ride of life. Stirred by the beacon of hope in the cup of blossoming hot coffee, I decided to write a tale of victory over defeat, a tale of joy triumphing over the sadness and atrocity of darkness. But as I walk upon this journey called life, the menace of time plonks and plunges me into the blindsided trance of nothingness. Our dreams are often shunned by externality as we are deemed delusional in uproars. Often it becomes our fuel as we turn the bitterness of words into the ounces of grit and determination that propel us forward.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Writers
Youth is like clouds in the sky
Teenage is fleeting, like clouds in the sky drifting away. Chung woke up from his nap, glancing at the clock to see it was nearly 2 pm. Absentmindedly, he gazed out the window, a smile gracing his face as he recalled the dream he had just experienced. In the dream, he found himself back in 12th grade, sharing laughter and snacks with friends, immersed in endless gossip. Beyond the window, the clear blue sky and the chirping of cicadas heralded the imminent arrival of summer. Time slips away swiftly, almost as if it were only yesterday. Memories of wearing the traditional ao dai to school still linger, yet now Chung is on the brink of his third year of university. The youthful countenance he once possessed has given way to a more mature visage, shaped by years of learning. Life unfolds, revealing that some things, once gone, cannot be reclaimed. Youth is akin to a downpour that one wishes to revel in once more; enveloped in the merriment of friends, dancing without regard for time. Chung wishes for his friends, integral parts of his youth, to always be healthy, happy, and prosperous on their chosen paths. To those feeling adrift, take solace in knowing that somewhere in the world, he stands ready to offer unwavering support and encouragement. Reach out when in need, and let's reunite this Tet holiday! The longing for everyone is profound.
By Diligent Person2 years ago in Writers
Path to Oblivion
Intro by Luna Park “Diary Entrance 100, We all knew that one day humans, we, would find a path but not for the best, rather to oblivion. We would fight each other until the last and there is no glory in it. And the best part of all, is that we are so blind by all the things we became, in it including all the words in all the languages of men to describe all the bad behaviours and things that humanity could ever do, all came true. We are not in the movies anymore. This is the truth. All the craziness of nuclear weapons happened. So, here is presented the path to oblivion. Only a few survived. And no, we did not go to Mars nor another planet. We got got stuck here on Earth. Apocalypse is not a theme anymore, but pain still is. I suffer every day by the effects of radiation. Al science and their creators of what some call the dark magic. Stupid, I know. I don’t believe in it. We all lost the belief in Christmas or any Mambo Jambo of the past. Capitalism died just there when it was it’s time, as the things named with ism.
By Antonio Madrugada2 years ago in Writers
Thoughts on Death
Today I wanted to try something a bit different in my writing. Though I have tried, I am not one for blog posting. I hardly think my life is entertaining enough, nor do I take the time to research and create an educational or entertainment based blog. I’ve fantasized having a blog about urban legends and spooky stories… but ultimately have crushed those dreams. But before I digress too much into the dreams of old, I should probably get to the point of this blog. And that would be death.
By Lane Burns2 years ago in Writers
