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The Differences Between Blogging and Writing
Are you curious about the distinction between blogging and writing? Writing definition: Writing is the process of expressing thoughts, ideas, or information by inscribing them on a medium such as paper, digital documents, or any other writable surface. It is a form of communication and a means of recording and conveying language using a system of symbols, characters, or letters, such as an alphabet.
By Andrew Pretzel2 years ago in Writers
The Vanished Hope
In the hearts of Amauche Village, a community filled with peace loving and happy individuals, a place where the whispers of the wind danced through the trees and the laughter of children filled the air. The villagers, known for their warm hearts, went about their days in harmony with nature. Amongst them was a man named Okeke, his wife Ngozi, and their two daughters Adaeze and Adama, being known for his kindness he was paid due respect. Okeke was one of the most successful farmer’s in the whole of Amauche and his wife was a well known businesswoman and as such lived a well regarded life. They had been married for 15 years and had twin daughters, Adama was eight years old and Ada was six. Like every other evening after returning from a long day’s job, Okeke freshened up and Ngozi already prepared one of his favorite dishes “Ji Mmanu” (Yam and palm oil pottage) and immediately served to him after freshening up. shortly after eating Okeke sat outside praising his wife Nwunye m, i mara mma nri (my wife, you’ve cooked the food well) no doubt she was a good cook who had learnt well from her mother. The night became silent and cold as they told stories to their children sharing the wonderful moments and discussing lovely tales, soon the night came to an end and each headed in to get some well deserved rest.
By IMDoris2 years ago in Writers
One Story Closer To My Final Vocal Story. Content Warning.
Introduction You may see that as clickbait but it is actually a true statement for all of us. I am starting this because it is close to midnight so I am going to stay up and do midnight things before I crawl into my bed.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Writers
A Blossom of Love: The Extraordinary Journey of Lily
Once upon a time, in a small village, a beautiful baby girl was born. She was the apple of her parents' eyes, but unfortunately, they both passed away soon after her birth due to a car accident. The baby girl was left all alone in this world without any family to care for her.
By Abolarin Ebenezer2 years ago in Writers
The brick that changed a life: A tale of reflection and redemption
Once upon a time, amidst the hustle and bustle of a vibrant city, there lived a young and ambitious businessman. He was a man of success, his days filled with meetings, deals, and the relentless pursuit of wealth. His prized possession was his sleek, brand new BMW, a symbol of his achievements and status in the world.
By Med Karim2 years ago in Writers
Creation As Solace
You ever wake up in the morning and stare at the ceiling, wondering what is the point of this life? Sure, the coffee and the kiss on the forehead and the laughters of your loved ones is great and all, but isn't it all just a bit too absurd?
By YonathanJ2 years ago in Writers
Into the woods I wander
‘And into the woods I go To lose my mind And find my soul’ (John Muir) For I have lived a thousand lives And loved a thousand mines
By Nes2 years ago in Writers
What does a year as a writer look like?
As a creator time seems more like a construct than to the average person. We string together different time periods, different limits of realities, like it’s a common thing among our busy schedules. How could it feel like a 200th entry, when we’ve written thousands in our head?
By Marie Kynd 2 years ago in Writers
The Beauty of Gratitude in a world full of Cynicism
The beauty of gratitude in a world full of cynicism Ever acquainted with the phrase that the world that you exist in, the life that you embody dwells in the perception of the stance you hold for yourself. The beauty and the tragedy of life is that it is as beautiful as the optimistic lens of perception and as ugly as the pessimistic view of your being. The strive of our endeavours and the constant effort to achieve the next massive milestone often drive us to the edges of insanity, to be in the consistent light of greatness we lose sight of the great strings of joy that bind our existence together. To be the best we have ever been we must be mindful of the best we are. Coinciding in the traps of negativity and yet claiming to be the best version of yourself is a blinding truth that lies to only you. Acceptance of what was and what is the only path that will lead you to what it is that you are meant to be.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Writers
Killing Your Darlings and Scrapping Everything
I felt tired roughly 3 hours ago. So much so that I went to bed. Maybe it was the ill-timed, last minute no-bake cookies I ate. You know, all that sugar isn't good for you! Or maybe it was the hour of gleaning and giggling as I listened to the recent Colin and Samir podcast episode featuring Hank Green. I wasn't planning on being challenged the way I was.
By Carmel Kundai2 years ago in Writers
School Lunches, or, What Cafeterias Taught Me About Seeing
We were sitting at the lunch table, a rectangular piece of school manufacturing with six stools attached to either side, when someone mentioned Caitlin's crush in that way that middle school girls so often do. His name was Tommy McDowley. He was Caitlin's Tommy, and, apparently, as a table, we'd already invented an entire life between the two of them.
By Catherine Dorian2 years ago in Writers
Ocean refuses no river
Its told that the river usually quivers before it joins the ocean. She slows down as it nears the end. Witnessing something infinite do shake her for once. Maybe due a fear of something unknown or being lost in a vast sea. The fear of losing the familiar shore, and embracing uncertainty. In the cocoon of the comfort zone, a fear of change seizes her, like roots overgrown . The fear of an uncharted space like a novel world where you have no deadens and all you can see is the horizon. Now, deep inside she knew if she would move forward, it would risk her own existence. That's when the realization hits you that at the end of every journey may not be a destination we dreamt. And that's why its told that every story is about the journey and not just the destination itself. So we cherish the journey, for it's in the wandering, we find our grace. The beauty of travel, in every mile is an adventure, in the river's smile.
By Sreelakshmi A2 years ago in Writers