Life
Phoenix Rising: Maya's Inspiring Transformation
Maya's cycle began in a previously remarkable neighborhood where burden and desperation entered the air she free. Brought by her grandma up in the midst of the reverberations of setback and yearning, Maya figured out an alright procedure for checking out at life's lopsided scene with a power that bended her delicate years. Notwithstanding her family had cleared out this world rapidly, their memory held up inside Maya's heart, a straightening out light in the midst of the lack of definition that took the necessary steps to overwhelm her.
By Kyrol Mojikal2 years ago in Writers
I Was Robbed In Tower City. Content Warning.
I was robbed yesterday morning at 5:00 am on the dote apparently in the investigation Detective Don has done. I was craving a banana nut muffin, and coca cola. When I think about a government section Social Worker job something I am degree seeking my thoughts are naive. I dreaded writing this article because it feels like I am exposing feelings I don't know if I'm ready to share. I wish I could forget this I really do. I thought by speaking to my mother in-law it would help me feel not so victimized it was opposite. Something else to deal with in therapy I should share the city of Cleveland for my emotional scars. But what would that do? I thought I wanted justice. But what would that do? I want my life back I want to not feel like a victim. I want to stop feeling like shit.
By Emily Radford(Rising Phoenix)2 years ago in Writers
Eternal Whispers in Moonlit Gardens
I feel the warmth of your laughter echoing through the corridors of my heart as I stand alone in our favorite spot – the rooftop garden that once bloomed with the vibrant hues of our love. The moonlight casts a gentle glow on the flowers that, just like our memories, refuse to wither away.
By Ismail Zbail2 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
The Biggest Problems Writers Have That No One Talks About
Writers in media are often portrayed as either the lonely hermit sitting in a dark room and talking to themselves as they typic almost frantically on the keyboard or the rich celebrity walking down red carpets and fending off movie deals left and right.
By Elise L. Blake2 years ago in Writers
What I’ve Learned About Myself During Distressing Times
Life has an approach to tossing startling difficulties our way, and it’s during these upsetting times that we frequently find stowed away features of our personality. Throughout the long term, I’ve explored through different tempests, each making a permanent imprint on my excursion. Through these encounters, I’ve come to understand that pressure isn’t simply a disruptor; a strong educator uncovers the profundities of our versatility and the real essence of our internal strength.
By Muhammad Tanveer2 years ago in Writers
Canvas of the Heart
There happened with a lady by the name of Emma at some point in the far off past, in a tranquil local area away from the uproar. She was a typical individual who explored life's intriguing turns with the artfulness of a fastidiously pre-arranged explorer. Each part of Emma's story was isolated by laughs, tears, and snapshots of quiet reflection, similar to the pages of an old book.
By Kyrol Mojikal2 years ago in Writers
Work As a Culture Consultant
The picture above is not what I look like. When I was in college, a professor came to my internship at a detox facility on the reservation. She asked at that meeting why I didn't wear my hair in braids. I really couldn't believe she asked that.
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Writers





