Poetry
A vintage typewriter
This critique and acrostic poem will show readers why I chose this image for most of my writing. Old-fashioned typing mode for the sound it made clickity-clack or something like that. Learning to type material for others to read one page on paper at a time. Deleting by erasing words and phrases with correcting tape. Taking a person back to an easier time when writing was work at a somewhat slower pace. Yearning to get typed and published on paper. Praying the manuscript would not get lost in transit. Expecting news about your work and getting a letter on paper. Writing to share ideas again, one page at a time. Reading a printed page of our work.
By BD All Product Shop Digital Marketingabout a year ago in Critique
Why Do The Games in Squid Game S2 Show Real-Life Struggles
Many people have been anxiously awaiting the second season of Squid Game, the most-watched show on Netflix. To win prizes in the first season, players had to compete in several lethal kid-friendly games. The upcoming season, which is also expected to break yet another Netflix record, delves deeper into the limitations and economic background of the surrealistic games. Green light, red light. When the song starts, move forward; when it ends, freeze. It's a fairly easy game. Or is it that moving after the music has stopped carries a death sentence? It was clear from the first season that Squid Game allegorizes the horrors of capitalism through kid-friendly games. Three years later, the second season of arguably the most significant television program of our time advances its adamantly anti-capitalist theme. It accomplishes this by exposing the illusion of "choice" in a system threatening to starve the great majority. In this article, I dive deeper into the dystopian nuances of capitalism and the illusion of choice that stir up scenarios very similar to reality.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Critique
A Christmas Wish Under the Desert Stars
The desert seemed endless, its golden dunes glowing with the sunset's last rays. As the night drew in, a sea of stars twinkled overhead, and their light reflected on the sand in a way that seemed to make the whole scene magical. For Amira, this was home, but tonight, it felt different. It was Christmas Eve, a holiday not usually commemorated in her small desert village, hidden away deep within the Sahara. Yet, something inside of her stirred-a wish she carried deep within her heart.
By Usman Zafarabout a year ago in Critique
Another new room
A new room a starting point to begin anew.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Critique
A New Year Coming
A new year brand new ideas to write in a book.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Critique
