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March 16
March 16, 2018, was a day that seemed ordinary at first. The sun shone brightly in the sky, casting its warm rays upon the earth below. But for me, it was a day I wished had never existed.
Malini EpsipaPublished 4 days ago in JournalDeath
Death, a concept as ancient as time itself, has always stirred a deep sense of contemplation and fear within me. The idea of ceasing to exist, of no longer being able to experience the world around me, fills me with profound unease. It's not just the physical cessation of life that I fear, but also the unknown realms beyond, if such realms indeed exist.
Jay SharmaPublished 5 days ago in JournalSuze is Hunting Muses, 3
Hi. My name is Suze Kay, and I’m a proud moderator of Voices in Minor, a community of Vocal authors who desire to uplift, inspire, and support one another. Every Wednesday, PViM will publish a weekly round-up of whatever lures my muses closer to my writing nook.
Proud ViM ProductionsPublished 6 days ago in JournalWalking Into the Naked Woods
As I stood at the edge of the timber, the crisp morning air transferred jitters down my spine, but it was not just the bite that made me vacillate. The quiet rustle of leaves and the distant call of birds added to my uncertainty. The forestland impended before me, a distraction of bare branches reaching towards the sky like outstretched arms, inviting and bogarting all at formerly. I have always felt a pull towards nature, a deep-confirmed connection that tugs at my soul and beckons me to explore. But moment, as I peered into the depths of the timber, I felt a stitch of query eating at the edges of my resoluteness. What secrets lay hidden within those ancient trees? What mystifications awaited me in the heart of the forestland? With a steadying breath, I took my first step into the unknown.
sasanka pereraPublished 6 days ago in JournalWomen: One too Many;Many to One, as One☝️ in Spirit!
Who can be less or more important than YOU—my friend …. Just like “The Dragon Beside Me… .” There you go —a dragon in redress but a priestess in presence! This is a salute 🫡 to you, and all those —Unsung heroes, who could be the most commonest, the most easiest but, who adorn compassion — to bestow it on the first, expending it selfless and asking not much, as in returning requests. Yes, I am hailing and talking about those who live for others, among us, with us, steering and building our lives ( in one way or another,) as yielders —forwarding cares. This journaling is to rouse cares to keep that cheerfulness and hope to freely flow —outstripping the rest. I am a supporter of womanhood, the same as a man would love to be a man at core. And to that —I say this—“there’s nothing greater than being integral to each other than I too ‘am. Similarly, whether I come to my own self from I to you ( as a women,) or whether it equals to a gift you bring to me as you ( as a woman) , let there be a resonance that goes beyond —to show a lil’ bit of me also exits in you —as in, warmth and concordance. That precisely reflects my spirit while seeking the august company of women who encompass radiant spirit by beholding —“yes I do , in all that they strive for and in all their respective quests. To discuss about one ☝️ would be like injustice done to the rest . So in that regard , I choose to admire every woman ( even those where my eyes cannot reach) who embodies the living proof of —I am that I am — growing, grown or fully outgrown in whatever I behest. Whether it be , the daily bustle of everyday living , or whatever work that comes as her quest; together or all alone— a woman is a force to be reckoned with, in all conquests. In short, I am moved by the real woman. Regardless, but ever regardful —I tend towards those woman who don’t hesitate in offsetting simple pleasures of fortitude ,or as what comes alive naturally to them, as they sparkle the same, in you and me, alike as in zest.That verve and vibe ,like no other, yet just right —to light up a sad face merely by their presence so right. In that sense , boundlessly abounding no woman is no less than you or me, even if, she isn’t commended over labels of — Who’s Who. I truly believe that each woman is equally perfect without needing to hinge over leagues —to be defined as equal and/or perfect —-as though, hauling down those prospecting journeys, is her only way of seeing herself as some invincible best. Meaning why should a woman need a pace to be recognized or even revered in a certain manner especially when she decides to run 🏃♀️ and keep her stand —not exquisitely towards her reachers defining remembrance added to her “being” as some bestest best. So , picking out one single woman as an exclusive star (amidst an sparkling array) would be a sheer injustice and much so much —pretty divisive on sisterly terms, for me. So I shall say —I am impressed by every woman —new, and old; young and bold. I hold my reverence with right palm facing the left ; a simple gesture with this Namaste 🙏 to attest. And yes….. Yea, thee or thine; me or mine, all of us —who come in all shapes and many kinds. Yes , we women , even those —Exclusively excluded, as the “chosen ones,” as much as in any number of varieties taking many minds . Here’s how I choose to pay respects to womanhood—In particular —my sincere allegiances to grandma’s and great grand nannies all to be lined up (aligned) in this—one cohort as My friends. Women : Her presence endows a meaning with a permanence that transcends times. She exudes a warmth as permanent as a testament to patience and compassion. Virtually every aspect of her domestic life finds expression in nurturance and managing the household chores with utmost alacrity , strength and strife. That dazzles me to the core in my life. Laying aside the struggles and tribulations experienced day to day, a woman somehow manages to discharge her responsibilities with due diligence as a mighty might. Taken together, a woman manifests a vivid picture of grace, resourcefulness resilience and foresight . Her composure marks a clarity that is inescapable. Chronicling through yesteryears, I keep my grandma’s diary 📔 as a gentle reminder and never fail to overlook the influence she brings into my life. A part of her still remains in me —as life !
Madhu GotetiPublished 8 days ago in JournalGenerational Impact of Economic Struggle
In the heart of a quiet suburban town stood the Thompson family home – a modest two-story house with faded blue shutters that had seen better days. Inside, the walls echoed with the laughter of generations, but they also bore witness to the silent struggles that defined the Thompson family.
Ajanwachuku StephaniePublished 8 days ago in JournalA Navy love story
They were two officers from the same fleet but on different vessels. Due to their ships alternating sea-ready duty shifts, they hadn't reunited for half a year.
xiaolang liPublished 8 days ago in JournalVocal will forever be a thorn in my side
I have a love/hate relationship with Vocal. I was one of the founding members when I wrote as Yvonne Glasgow. Once they started the Vocal+ memberships, things quickly began to go downhill. Yes, I know for some of you Vocal is a lucrative place ... but I highly doubt that's the majority.
Skulls And CauldronsPublished 8 days ago in JournalA Beacon of Resilience: Celebrating the Inspiring Journey of Dr. Maya Chen
In the renowned Year of the Winged Serpent 2024, as the world honors Global Ladies' Day, it is a significant honor to focus on the remarkable life and unstoppable soul of Dr. Maya Chen. Her excursion, set apart by resolute strength and unflinching devotion, remains as a demonstration of the force of diligence and the extraordinary effect of empathy.
Mahesha SannaiahPublished 11 days ago in JournalSINK or SWIM
Ganduyan & Golinsan are blessed with lakes & rivers, pools & ponds - it’s a surprise many “young once” from these places admit they cannot swim. Some claim they were good boys & girls, always home to help with chores, while bums like me wandered away, to hills & rivers. Be that as it may, my shame to say, many a whipping I have gotten, for gallivanting when chores were given. But joy of swimming, berry picking ... were worth the whipping, so no regretting, hehe. Besides, "planting rice is never fun, bent from morn till the set of sun".
People Who Inspired Me To Be A Writer: Sharon M. Draper
When I was 11 years old I was given an assignment at school to read a book called Forged By Fire. I had no idea at the time that this book would have a major impact on my life and that it’s creator would become one of my biggest heroes of literature who inspired me to be a writer. Her name is Sharon M. Draper.
Joe PattersonPublished 13 days ago in JournalI ran far, I ran long
These are the areas of my life that are important to me, or that I’m working on. Each month I review where I’m at and check in. I’m mostly happy with how February went. My main regret is too much time gaming, but I had some good achievements to balance it out.
Alice ElizabethPublished 15 days ago in Journal