Life

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
Mathematical Modeling of the Written Universe
The expanding universe and the Friedmann equation Alexander Friedmann of Russia is credited with developing a dynamic equation for the expanding universe in the 1920s. At the same time Einstein, Willem de Sitter of the Netherlands, and Georges Lemaitre of Belgium were also working on equations to model the universe. Friedmann developed his version as a relativistic equation in the framework of general relativity, but the description used here, and (in our theoretical model presented below) applied to the written universe will be limited to a simplified, non-relativistic version based on Newton’s laws. Convenient forms of Friedmann’s equation with which to examine the expansion time and temperature for a big bang model of the actual universe are shown below
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Writers
RISING STAR
Once upon a time, in the bustling city of Lagos, Nigeria, there lived a young man named Amadi. Amadi was a dreamer, a musician with a heart full of melodies but pockets empty of riches. He was born into a poor family, struggling to make ends meet, but he had a talent that shone brighter than any adversity he faced.
By Fortune Effiong2 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
Ink of the heart
The air was thick with tension, a silence so profound it seemed to echo. In a dimly lit room, the faint glow of a dying candle flickered on the faces of two individuals sitting across from each other. Sarah and David had been together for years, yet tonight, their unspoken conversation weighed heavier than words.
By shallon gregerson2 years ago in Writers