Life

"Temporal Reflections: Navigating the Illusions of Time and Perception"
When a moment becomes a part of the past, can it ever truly be relived? Sure, my beard will grow back, but it won't be the same beard, and it won't adorn the same face. It'll be on a slightly older, different version of me—Michael. Yet, the bearded Michael of yesteryear isn't completely gone; he lingers in our minds as a memory and through the records of the past, like images and videos.
By Med Karim2 years ago in Writers
Cold mid nights of winter
The cold midnights of the freezing winter when the glacial gusts bellows around to ice the cores of flesh and bones. Amidst the blank scene is the whispering breeze and falling flakes of snow. The bleak mid nights with a slit of shine from the distant skies. Twanging of the leaves on the brisk branches of erect trees. The lands laminated by stratified sheets of snow fudging the way through.Bedside the fire and a smoking chimney squats an old lady into a sofa, reading the words from a book's frame.Shivering windows pleading refuge from the racking cold.Knocking and then the only light when the old lady opened her door to a gallivant. In the Chills the heart hasn't yet set cold.
By Assat Ahmed2 years ago in Writers
Look at life with different eyes
Look at life with different eyes As a child, I looked at the Day River flowing through my village with an overwhelming feeling of its majesty and endlessness. But by this time, my view and feeling about that river was completely different even though the river had not changed. Both views, one of a 5-year-old boy and one of an old man, are completely accurate. It's funny how that old man or that boy denies each other's looks. Because each view is born from that person's personal history, experiences and emotions.
By Diligent Person2 years ago in Writers
With his lady love, today he's gone forever.
I had cherished his love and caressing all my life. He used to light up the darkness behind my fallen eyelids. His voice always clangoured around me and the poetic sound of his laughter kept my heart beating. I was sitting under a blushing tree grasped by his thoughts, when he came telling me about his lady love.
By Assat Ahmed2 years ago in Writers
Just Checkin' In
Hey, all you wonderful Vocal creators! I'm just stickin' my nose in here for a minute to say, “Wassup?” It's been 12 days since I published anything here and I need to remedy that. More importantly, there are a whole lot of comments I need to answer and there's a ton of new stuff from my friends to read. I'll be getting started on that today and I'm really looking forward to it.
By Dana Crandell2 years ago in Writers
Picnic at the cemetery
PICNIC AT THE CEMETERY Crosses, crosses, crosses, crosses, crosses all around. No, this is not a room in a mental institution. This is the room of a 19-year-old girl, Katie, a former student at the pedagogical institute. Soon it'll be three years since she left home. She doesn't see anything anymore, she doesn't know or draw, she is afraid to put down her pencil and push away a piece of paper. Afraid because she can remember everything. It's been a long time since then, but when she closes her eyes, Katie sees it again, every last detail, as if it happened yesterday.
By Denys2 years ago in Writers
3 Writing Habits You Need To Stop
Writers are not immune to bad habits especially when it comes to staying hydrated, sitting up straight, keeping our desks clean, not procrastinating our writing, taking breaks when looking at screens for hours on end, or finding excuses why we just haven't finished that novel yet.
By Elise L. Blake2 years ago in Writers
The Evergreen Promise
In the heart of the quaint town of Greenhaven, nestled between rolling hills and vibrant forests, Sarah, a spirited young scientist, embarked on a journey that would intertwine her destiny with the delicate heartbeat of nature. The town, initially oblivious to the imminent threats of climate change, became the canvas upon which Sarah painted her relentless quest for environmental conservation.
By JADU 2 years ago in Writers
The Dishonesty of Humanity
I was awaiting for my laptop to come through the mail it was supposed to come on the 16th, of January. The delivery company partnered with Walmart had delayed the timing. Unfortunately deemed to be on time I received a phone call from the driver while I was on my way to College Writing II. After a few hours excited, I received the box just the laptop wasn't inside of it.
By Emily Radford(Rising Phoenix)2 years ago in Writers
My Dream
Dreams are the ethereal canvases where our imagination paints vibrant landscapes, and our deepest desires come to life. One night, I had a dream so vivid and enchanting that its memory has lingered in my mind, leaving an indelible mark on my consciousness. In this dream, I found myself in a world where reality seamlessly intertwined with fantasy, creating a tapestry of wonder and joy.
By @Dreamer2 years ago in Writers
Conflicts in the Office: How to Navigate and Address Fights
Conflict is a natural element of any dynamic whether it is personal or professional and knowing how to deal with it becomes an essential in any aspect of life. Conflicts in the workplace can arise for matters as trivial as difference in personal beliefs to matters such as project completions, working styles, deadlines, project goals and different outlooks towards work. For the sake of development and productivity, these disputes must be settled quickly and professionally. Understanding how conflicts arise and how to resolve them can help managers advance in their careers. We'll go over what conflicts are, their different kinds, and the typical reasons why team members argue in this edition of The Wellness Digest.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Writers
Five Reasons Why You Need A Writing Community
In most cases, I would tell you that to be a writer you need nothing more than your story and a place to record it. But there is one thing that is almost as important as either of those two things.
By Elise L. Blake2 years ago in Writers