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Love and Unity
In the sweltering summer of 2024, as the United States braced itself for yet another divisive election, a small town in the heart of the Midwest was about to become an unlikely symbol of hope, love, and unity. Maplewood, a picturesque community that had seen its fair share of political turmoil, was determined to rewrite the narrative. The story of the Maplewood Mayoral race would capture the hearts of the nation, reminding everyone that even in the most divisive times, love and unity could prevail.
By MOSEPH ILAMI3 years ago in Writers
I've Been Writing for Lit Mags for Nearly A Year: Here's What I've Learned
The online literary scene is a storm of chaos that would make Dionysus weep with glee. Carnage churns the landscape, equal parts ink-soaked soil and vicious jungles. The torn bodies of old works, rejected works, and lost publications litter the lands, and your hopes and dreams bid you to step right over them. Sink them further into the muck of "yester-submissions" as you forge on in armor that may be the new shining plates of optimism, or plates scorched from burnout, painted with scenes of battles and cut out passages from a tale ongoing.
By Delise Fantome3 years ago in Writers
My First Book Could Have Saved A Life
I found myself burnt out this morning when I went to write. I haven't written in days, and I know I need to keep it up or I'll lapse into another 5-month hiatus. And that can't happen because it'll prevent me from reaching my goals. So I stuck some music in my ears and contemplated why I'm feeling this way.
By Hope Martin3 years ago in Writers
Disorderly Conduct
When I reached the fourth grade, I found myself in Georgia in an inner-city school. As the only "white girl" there, except for my cousin who was in kindergarten, my school life was difficult at best. I'd get up in the morning, work the farm, then get dressed for school. I walked down the dirt road to the bus stop and spent the next 7 hours defending myself. Life was just hard. My parents had recently split and it landed us in poverty-ville USA, on a piece of ground my mother's family endearingly called a farm, even though we barely grew anything more than dirt and misery.
By Veronica Coldiron3 years ago in Writers
