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And Then There Was Her
Shai was a young, beautiful, hardworking young lady. She worked as a caregiver and went to night school part-time for writing. Writing was one of her passions. One thing about her is that she had this intuitive nature that drew people to her. It was this aura of love she possessed for those who met her. Shai seen the beauty in others ashes and that’s what made her.
By Sharise Robinson aka SHE'RISES5 years ago in Motivation
"Dear Carlos Slim"
My Mother believed everything she was told. The credibility of the source was almost immaterial, allowing her the freedom to cheerfully accept, store, and carefully curate for future repetition, all of the wisdom she was offered. She was a product typical of her generation, where elders were respected and their axioms solemnly adopted, fixed like stars in her firmament of personal opinion. "When it's gone, it's gone", she would gravely declare, whenever my hard-won pocket money was accorded the light of day. In the frequent absence of even those meagre resources, she would lovingly attempt to assuage my callow chagrin, by helpfully noting "well at least you can't spend what you don’t have". Conversely, the hopeful offering "If you don't ask.." was made all the more powerful by its truncation, subliminally obliging me to complete the idiom, "...you don't get." inevitably planting seeds of hope and possibility in my soft, fertile head. With that in mind, I decided to drop a brief line to the richest man in the world.
By John Duffield5 years ago in Motivation
Address to Nowhere
Based on a true story. David was living the wrong kind of life. He decided this, all of a sudden, right as he was lifting his key into the hole of a tin mail box in his apartment complex. A group of rogue teenage boys were kicking something around on a lobby floor splotched with stains, laughing louder than they needed to. An elderly man carried his cane and his mail tucked under his arm as he left without saying hello. Everything was the same, and David couldn’t pinpoint anything that would suddenly motivate him to reevaluate his life. Maybe it was that sameness that finally got to him.
By Teralyn Pilgrim5 years ago in Motivation
The Roller Coaster Tycoon
P.1 GOOD-BYE, FOR NOW. The house is colder than usual today. Earlier this morning, I watched from the entrance of the airport's security cue as my wife and daughter went through it without me. I stood there for a moment, dreaming of the day I could afford to go away with them whenever I pleased. They had to go back east on bereavement; a justifiable domestic flight during a global pandemic. To make this trip worth the inherent risk, they will be out of town for a while. I intend to make the most of this time alone. Maybe I’ll start a home workout regiment or finish a couple of books I’ve been meaning to.
By Antonio Cordero5 years ago in Motivation
In Search of The Little Black Book
In Search of The Little Black Book Life had beaten me down; I was marred from the journey as I traveled from one place to another trying to find refuge wondering through valleys beaten by the sun piercing my skin leaving a thirst that couldn't be quenched by anything even the fresh water from the brook. Climbing mountains that were rigged and snowcapped, my feet and my hands bitten by the frost. Yet I continued in search of this little black book someone told me about, I was determined to find it. I was told that if if found this book and read it and followed the instructions that my life would be changed and that I would be restored back in to the kingdom. You see, I am the daughter of a king and before there there were any valleys, before, there were any mountains, before there were any hills and brooks, I dwelled in this kingdom, it was paradise, I was there with my father and somehow, I wondered off and got lost. I have been searching for this book for years now because I was told that it would restore me. I was told that this little black book had secret passages and corridors and every corridor lead to a greater dimension. I couldn't wait to get my hands on this book, I was driven by a deep desire and an overwhelming anticipation. Regardless of the struggle, regardless of what I had to go through or how hard the journey was or how long it would take I was determined to find that little black book, I would be forever lost without it. I don't know how I wondered so far away from home, I miss the fellowship with my father and all of the host of servants. I miss talking to him and the peaceful times that we shared. I missed how we would walk through the kingdom hand in hand and how he would calm all of my fears and dry up all of my tears. I remember the times that I would be troubles and just talking to him would make all of my troubles go away.
By Helen Edwards5 years ago in Motivation
How I crafted my life into a masterpiece
Standing in front of the mirror, I felt disappointed in myself. I zeroed in on my midsection, pulling at the fat I’d accumulated around my stomach. I was disgusted. Within the last few months throughout lockdown, I’d gained at least 10kgs. How did I let this get so out of control?
By Paula Price5 years ago in Motivation
Success and the Black Book
“Are you kidding me?” Jason yelled as he slammed his tray of dishes onto the counter. It was one of those days where everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. He had fallen asleep and forgot to put his phone on the charger, thus he missed his alarm. Then the first bus drove right past him splashing muddy rainwater onto his work uniform. Now, he has dropped another glass cup that shattered upon impact and sent glass shards scattering across the floor of the kitchen he works in.
By antonio meteye5 years ago in Motivation
Achieving Greatness
My chest felt heavy. I was ready to leave. Every day felt the same as if I was stuck in a never-ending loop. What was I doing? Why me? Why did I have to live the same routine every single day? There was no other option, especially since I was in charge of my younger siblings.
By Lucero Gonzalez5 years ago in Motivation
Peggy gets a black notebook
Peggy gets a black notebook 1915 "Peggy , come take your baby brother , I can't settle him." Ten year Peggy sighed and closed her composition book. She thought she had a few moments to work on her story, but with eight younger brothers and sisters she was "Little Ma." There was never enough time for going to the library , reading and writing her stories. Someone always needed a clean diaper , feeding, bandaging or watching while Ma cooked, cleaned , sewed and fine washing and ironing for elegant ladies for extra money.
By Wendy Edson5 years ago in Motivation
