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Writing Career: Are there Job Security, Benefits, and Rewards?
So you want a successful writing career and to earn your living as a writer. Well, the positive is this - writing can be a rewarding and fulfilling profession for those who love to express themselves in the written form.
By Frank Lomax2 years ago in Writers
The Love Story of Lady Ninnie & Lord Kennie
It was not far but yes away. That a certain respectable Aristocrat named Henry created a family. He met the love of his life Alissa. Alissa was fair and lovely. She came from humble beginnings. She had many suitors but Henry won her over. At the beginning of their marriage, they both had struggle and yet somehow overcome the trials and tests of life back then. Henry loved Alissa with all of his heart and she bore many children. It so happened that Alissa fell ill after her child Ninnie. Alissa became too weak to continually being the main caretaker she was. Alissa spent many days in the hospital and her expenses were creating havoc for the family. "Alissa I love you with all of my heart. I love you with everything that is within," cried Henry at her bedside "You know I lost my mother at an early age and my father could bearly take care of me. Please God let her recover. Let her live." Henry would take the children to see her for several months and she got a little better but eventually she passed. Ninnie was the only one who did not know her mother so well. The only children had many fond memories of their mother. Ninnie would be shy and quiet. Ninnie hurted and cried when she thought of her mother apart of her that she did not think would heal. And so Henry buried and had Alissa's funeral, and Henry received a sum and title from Alissa's family. Henry did not know Alissa's family was rich and well endowed. Alissa's family told Henry that Alissa runaway from them because they did not approved of her marriage. Alissa's family apologized at the funeral and they hug and kiss Henry and Alissa's children. Alissa's funeral was lovely and sad at the same time for many people were heartbroken over her sudden death. And as the years passed on, Ninnie stood by her father Henry who became so wealthy and great at business that he became a Lord. Lord Henry raised his family and many of Ninnie's brothers and sister grew up before her. All of her brothers got married and had families and children. Her sister then got married and had children. But Ninnie did not know love she did not know relationship. Ninnie was still that little girl that did not know her mother Alissa. Ninnie was hardworking she was smart like her siblings. She loved working and being diligent. She helped cared for her nieces and nephews. And she took care of her older father Lord Henry. Then one day, a man came by and Ninnie's father Lord Henry was sleeping. The man was looking for her cousin Abram. He said "Hi Lovely Lady, my name is Kennie. I'm a friend of your cousin Abram. Is he here?" And Ninnie brush him off. And Ninnie told her father Lord Henry. Eventually this happened many times then Lord Henry finally talk to Kennie. Lord Henry said "Kennie Abram told me you are into business. He told me you came from a good family." "Yes that is right my mother is a doctor and my father is a minister but I want to see what it is like to be a businessman," exclaimed Kennie. "So you like business.that's good....are you seeing anybody?" said Lord Henry. "Nope my mother and father want me to get a good education so in the meantime I am thinking about going to the military." said Kennie. "Kennie I got one last child, one last daughter, Ninnie. She's hardworking, she's beautiful like her mother Alissa and she is strong," said Lord Henry. Kennie looked eager and smiling and really really really listening. "I would like for you to be her husband, now just think about it because I don't want her alone. She was the youngest and she is pretty shy. Be gentle and kind and protect her for me." said Lord Henry. Abram came in the room and said," I heard Kennie, Ninnie is no joke. She's a good woman. Don't hurt my cousin. Be charming but not a Casanova." Lord Henry called for Ninnie and told her that she got a date and she resisted but obeyed her father Lord Henry. It was the perfect night, the breeze was gentle the sun was beautifully set. It was made for love. Kennie came just at 7:30pm and he knocked in a black pinstripe tuxedo with just pick carnations in his right hand. And Ninnie answered the door in a lovely fitting light blue dress that her mother Alissa passed down to her. And Kennie gave her the flowers and she hugged him and he gave her a light kiss on her cheek and they walk to the park talking and laughing and mingling. They were the perfect match. And that was their story, a love for all times.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Writers
Josh: A Tale of Love and Loss
In a somber reflection on an incident that transpired on Mother's Day in 2012, my brother was tragically taken from our midst during a shooting incident in the city of Chicago. Unfortunately, he found himself in the wrong place at the wrong time.
By Lisandra Gonzalez2 years ago in Writers
Shattered Hearts: Mother's Day 2012 and the Loss of My Brother
Mother's Day is a special occasion for many, a day to celebrate the love and sacrifice of mothers. However, for my family, this particular day in 2012 holds a very different and painful significance. It's a day that marks the tragic loss of my only brother, an event that still feels like it happened just yesterday, despite the passing of a decade.
By Lisandra Gonzalez2 years ago in Writers
Dear Younger Me
Dear younger me, I’ve watched you move through this life with such absorption while I scrutinized every characteristic of your demeanour. The way you squint your nose when you read your books, or how you hum random melodies when you feel uncomfortable. How you always tap your fingers to the drum beat of any song your ears capture, or when you get lost in your thoughts, floating in your senseless daydreams. The way you people watch with such empathy and embrace the little joys they bring to you, creating personas from your observations.
By Rebekah BT2 years ago in Writers
Coping with Loss: My unspoken Grief for My Brother
I haven't told anyone this. The day my bother left after his last visit is etched in my memory. It was a rushed farewell, devoid of the proper goodbye I had envisioned. I missed the chance to express my love and to tell him to stay, and in my desperation, I turned to my computer, you see, in that moment I had no cellphone, and was to of an introvert to call him and actually say what I felt, so I ended up sending him an email in the attempt to change his plans. The deafening silence of no response left a void in my heart, a feeling of helplessness that still haunts me. I'm pretty sure the email did not arrive to his inbox, and stupid of me, so young, I should have just picked up the phone and should had called him.
By Lisandra Gonzalez2 years ago in Writers
Thought Dumping?
So. I have a weird thing that's happened. Today, I was re-reading some articles I've written in the last couple days, and some comments (actually only one in particular that I wrote today) and I have realized, that I have typed things I don't recall consciously thinking.
By Hope Martin2 years ago in Writers
10 Things l Hate About You
The rain poured relentlessly as Ruth hurried towards the subway station. She sought shelter from the storm, her mind filled with a sense of unease. Finally reaching her destination, she stepped into her mother's house only to be greeted by a chaotic living room. Her mother sat amidst the disarray, smoking and fixated on the television screen. Ruth couldn't help but feel a twinge of discomfort.
By RICHARDS DIVINE💜🌸2 years ago in Writers
