Tag: writing
I’m A Waste
How did this happen? Just two years ago, I was so active and full of life—hiking, fishing, and lifting weights. In my Krav Maga class, I fought and would lift my then-200-pound now-fiancé. Moving around was no issue, and I had never felt such aches or pain. I had plenty of energy, was lean, and ...How Ordinary Things Helped Me Grow
Writing is more than just story-telling. It's character-building as well. Some writers have tips and tricks that they use to improve. I have found that online forum-based roleplaying is the best way for me.Aestheticism In Oscar Wilde
Oscar Wilde’s play "The Importance of Being Earnest", for example, takes many Victorian norms and makes jokes about them.Snow Song
The crust of the snow is vibrant. Sunshine reflects off the iced crust and blinds me. I step carefully into the yard. The driveway is steep and sheer ice. I’ll take my chances with the snow. I have to punch down into the iced top to get any hold. Even then, there are places that ...Ravers
Sensations are growing The vibrations shaking. Arm hair is rising And your skin is crawling. Music is pounding all around Lights are glowing with the Colors changing to the beats. The energy is shifting and Bodies are dancing harder. Your heart is racing to the chemicals and Heads are lost in the dimensions where Ravers ...- Self-Help & RelationshipsFictionHome & GardenScience & TechnologyMediaEntertainmentCreativityParenting & FamilyRomance
Happy Anniversary
Casey stuck her tongue out in concentration, unwilling to take her eyes off the screen. A poke in her ribs had her recoiling from the touch, but she refused to give into Jonas’ distraction tactic. “Keep your hands to yourself,” she told him. As her character rounded a sharp corner on the race track, she ... - Current Affairs & PoliticsCreativityParenting & FamilySelf-Help & RelationshipsFictionEntertainmentMystery
The Deal
In the quiet of the room, every small sound echoed in Gavin’s ears. The tick-tick-tick of the clock, heels clacking on the marble floors of the courthouse, his brother, Marcus, chewing his fingernails on the opposite side of the wide oak table. Gavin ran his hand lightly across the wood, admiring the grain pattern and ...










