Young Adult
Smartystan
In his study, Dr. Strong wrote. Like droplets of words pouring out of his brain, he made letters, sentences, paragraphs, and chapters sing. Each word he tuned finely because he spoke them aloud. The music of the words always intrigued him and pushed him to go further. He possessed a mastiff named Chimney for its reddish color. He petted her and allowed her to relax on the large floor rug in the center of the room.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
With all of the invitations and meetings and engagements that Dr. Frampton encountered, and allowed her synths to go in her stead to places outside of Smartystan. She knew that there would be occasions where her human, present self had to attend, but she paid this little mind. Her main focus remained on keeping the republic and admitting as many people as possible who could be honorable and capable at once.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
From targeted ads to engaging content, digital marketing wears many hats.
From targeted ads to engaging content, digital marketing wears many hats. Imagine a bustling marketing department, but instead of cubicles, there are sections dedicated to specific expertise. In one corner, a team brainstorms imaginative social media campaigns (social media marketing), while others across the room employ website optimization techniques (SEO) to make information dance. This, my friends, is the universe of digital marketing: a diverse team collaborating to promote businesses and products throughout the expansive online landscape.
By Prince Kumar2 years ago in Chapters
Top Finance and Investment Trends for 2024: What You Need to Know
Generative AI in Financial Services Generative AI is revolutionizing the financial services industry, offering enhanced customer experiences and operational efficiencies. From automated customer support to personalized financial advice, AI is becoming integral to financial institutions.
By Prince Kumar2 years ago in Chapters
Assumptions - The Beginning- Chapter Four
Start at the beginning with the following link ___________________________________________ I heard the thud and clang of the metal door closing behind me. I was sealed out, not in, as I was eighteen months ago. Today was the first time I’d been outside the juvenile detention center since I was brought here the summer after ninth grade. Sure, me and the other inmates had yard time, but it was always supervised and never anything outside of the compound’s razor-electric fence.
By Izzibella Beau2 years ago in Chapters
Old Enough; Surviving Summer
Pearl's house has different rules than me and Paw-Paw's, we must try our best to sit still and not bother Pearl's in and out family unless they say something to us first. Cousins, uncles, old feeble looking blood family strolled through like ants on watermelon. Clara and I sip our cold sweet tea on the living room floor and gobble up vanilla wafers pretending to like playing Old Maids while whispering about stuff we overhear.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Chapters
A Symphony of Hearts
In the bustling city of Melodia, where music filled the air and life seemed to dance to an eternal rhythm, lived two individuals whose hearts beat in different tempos. Emma, a gifted violinist, played with a passion that could move mountains. Her music was her sanctuary, a place where she could express the depths of her soul. Across town, Leo, a talented pianist, lived a life governed by precision and perfection. His every note was calculated, his every performance flawless.
By John Francis2 years ago in Chapters
It's a Dirty Job
Dressed in my green Honey Pot Camp shirt, I wrestled the cleaning tub into the back of the camp van, then dragged the vacuum cleaner, mop, and broom in last. It was about 90 degrees in the shade, and here I was, a newly divorced mother of two, loading the equipment to clean the lakeside camps owned by Mr. and Mrs. Godfrey.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
New Girl: Chapter Seven
Lucita sat crossed-legged on her black sofa, TV off, blinds closed, hair tied into a ponytail, bangs brushed out of her face. Something inside her felt broken, so she was working on it, trying to meditate, center herself, and get over whatever was bothering her. But it wasn’t working. She tried to contain her anger and frustration by pinching her eyes shut and clenching her fists.
By Cyn's Workshop2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan. Top Story - June 2024.
Flags flew freely in the summer breeze. They consisted of a gray and white human brain against a black background. Scales of gold sat just overtop the image of the organ. The sun rose at just the zenith and shared its light and warmth with the attendees to one of the country-states’ greatest accomplishments: the graduation of two women who had been in a halfway house and found their passions for art design and communications. Mala and Sheltham looked on with sunglasses and cheered the graduates. With the knowledge they had months to go before being up on that stage, they looked at each other and grinned. After the ceremony, they walked into a pizza restaurant that fit their budgets.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
