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The Woman Who Carried Grace.
There are people in life who seem ordinary at first glance, yet leave extraordinary marks on everyone they meet. She was one of those people. Not flashy, not loud, not constantly seeking attention—but her presence was felt, and her wisdom quietly guided those around her. She moved through life with a kind of calm strength that made others feel safe. She listened more than she spoke, and when she did speak, her words were measured, thoughtful, and always meant to uplift. People often underestimated her simplicity, but those who truly knew her understood that simplicity was her greatest power. She respected everyone, regardless of status or circumstance. The wealthy, the powerful, the humble, the struggling—she treated all with the same courtesy and patience. Her respect was not forced; it flowed naturally, a reflection of her inner integrity. And in a world where judgment came easily, she remained a steady reminder that everyone deserved dignity. But it wasn’t just her respect that drew people close—it was her support. She had a way of noticing what others needed even before they said it. When someone faltered, she offered encouragement rather than criticism. When someone celebrated, she celebrated genuinely, without envy. Her support was not transactional; it was selfless, a gift she gave freely, without expecting anything in return. Her wisdom was quiet but profound. She didn’t claim to know everything, but she knew enough to guide with grace. She knew when to speak, and when silence was more powerful. She understood that true strength often came from patience, humility, and the courage to do what was right, even when it wasn’t easy. Many passed through her life and never realized how rare she was. They saw her smile, her calm demeanor, and perhaps took it for granted. Yet those who truly noticed—the ones who felt her sincerity, her unwavering support, and her quiet wisdom—understood that she was a hidden jewel. A woman whose value wasn’t measured by wealth, appearance, or accolades, but by the depth of her character and the lives she touched simply by being herself. She didn’t need to shine loudly to be noticed. Her light was steady, enduring, and warm. And anyone fortunate enough to know her could never forget her. Because some people, rare as they are, leave footprints on your heart that no passage of time can erase. She was one of those people—a woman who reminded everyone that kindness, wisdom, and humility are treasures more precious than gold.
By Chris Liberty about a month ago in Writers
Published in Portrait of New England. Top Story - December 2025.
My quest to find many publications with prestige to submit to has worked out even better than I thought. I was searching for more publications with more prestige in order to bolster my resume. I truly thought I'd try this for a year and not get published anywhere... maybe if I was lucky... in one of them. And I was OK with that... I was just going to try again the following year, and the year after that, and so on.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabileabout a month ago in Writers
Observations On My State Of Play With Vocal
Introduction This is about the things I see when I am going through my old Vocal publications, looking for pieces to recycle. I still cannot comment using my backup account, but I received an email and replied to it:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 months ago in Writers
New Physical Copy and New Published Story
My endeavor of looking for more literary publications to get published in that held more prestige in order to bolster my resume has been quite successful! One of the publications that I found and got published in back in August was Adelaide Literary Magazine, and I was so happy about that one. It was available online, and they do print versions as well. And recently, I finally got my physical copies of the publication!
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile2 months ago in Writers
There I stood
There I stood, watching her stare into the mirror. That's when she suddenly began to speak; I was noticed. "Each of these scars come with memories. I know exactly how I got each one, some were from small accidents. Like this one on my hand, I was washing the dishes when the knife slipped. Some are from happier moments, this one on my right knee comes from having a blast playing with friends when I was little and on the playground. Then...then there are these the one on my neck, back and the one everyone stares at on my face...they were given to me by horrible people. Those are the worst, because of those staying as a constant reminder of those memories that I've tried for years to forget is the cause of all of the other scars you see on my body. You understand why I do what I do now?" That's when I noticed the tears flowing down her face. Shocked and afraid all I could say was "I'm so sorry, but that doesn't mean it's ok to go around kidnapping and killing other men just because of that!" As she wipes her tears away she retorts with a calm and stern voice. "Maybe, but that is how I get around my pain. It's also why I became a psychiatrist to help others, even men, with their trauma." I couldn't contain my anger seeing her so calm and ok with murder so I had to yell, I just should've thought my words through. "You're a fucking PSYCHIATRIST?! You aren't helping people you're culling the public AND drugging the minds of those who ACTUALLY need help. Pills only hide the problem they don't fix it, those people and you need more than that, you need to deal with the pain and move on and KILLING IS NOT THE WAY!" Surprised by his outburst Carol decides to reprimand him "You think I didn't know you weren't bound? I like you, so I decided to give you a bit of freedom and THIS is how you repay me? Don't you worry, you still can't escape and you are too weak to try and fight me in my own home." She then begins to walk to me with such a scary look. Deep down, I know she is right too. "You also act as if you are certified to be a psychiatrist, you understand that these pills help thousands of people everyday, whether it suppresses what they feel and allows them to focus their life, or help fix a chemical imbalance in their brains. On top of that, the amount of people that would rather run and hide is MUCH larger than those who want to face their problems head on." That's when I felt something warm coming from my abdomen...I never noticed the knife. She immediately covers my face with the rag she always keeps on her. Fuck it's chloro- "Goodnight sweetie, I'll make sure to stitch you up nice so you'll be fine when you wake up. Not like you can hear me right now anyway."
By Roy C. Theo2 months ago in Writers
Dhurandhar Movie 2025: A Powerful Tale of Strategy, Survival, and Silent Strength
Introduction: People are starting to whisper about the Dhurandhar movie 2025 rather than shout about it, and that feels right for a film like this. It is not arriving with flashy promotions or overused hype lines. Instead, it is slowly slipping into conversations among viewers who prefer meaning over noise. Even the title feels deliberate. Dhurandhar suggests sharp thinking, someone who wins by reading the room better than anyone else. That idea seems to quietly shape the entire film.
By David John2 months ago in Writers
Benazir Bhutto: The Life and Legacy of a Courageous Leader. AI-Generated.
Benazir Bhutto, Pakistan’s first female Prime Minister, remains an icon of courage, vision, and resilience. She was the first woman to lead a Muslim-majority country, navigating a political landscape dominated by men and marked by turmoil. Her life was a journey of struggle, exile, public service, and ultimately, sacrifice.
By Zahid Hussain2 months ago in Writers
