Writing
- A humanidade e os UFOsBy: Ruben Zevallos Jr.
Muitas pessoas dizem acreditar que os UFOs são verdade, tal como a afirmação de Carl Segan, que pensar na ¿vida somente na existência de vida na Terra, seria uma grande perda de espaço¿ Aceitar a existência de vida fora da Terra, tem muitas implicações, como religiosas, econômicas e principalmente militares.
- Reaction To The Cask Of AmontilladoBy: Rhea Mae Magbanua
The sound of bricks being laid and the dampness of the crypt enveloped me as I stared blankly into space.
- A Letter Of An Idiot.. Love?By: Sai Ias
The Intrepid Inquisition
(A letter from a boy to the one dear to him)
By sai
First of all I don’t know what to say.
- A LI'L PRAYERBy: William Ramos
A LI'L PRAYER
God,.
- A LITERARY POSTCARD FROM SOMEWHEREBy: Theolonius McTavish
(c) Theolonius McTavish 2004.
- A Long Walk on a Short PierBy: Arleen M. Kaptur
We all write - whether we do it professionally or socially.
- Print-On-Demand Publishing - A Definition and a ComparisonBy: Michael LaRocca
Print On Demand
A Definition and a Comparison Copyright 2004, Michael LaRocca
The purpose of this article is to consider Print-On-Demand publishing as an alternative for the aspiring author.
- A Mélange Of SeasonsBy: .aLfie .vera .mella
So proud and bright are the leafs of Spring, glist'ning.
- A Memory From Her Lonesome PastBy: Kwentista
I wish to walk a road, endlessWith you beside meMy hand, to feel the warmth of yoursTo move forward,Leaving behind a trail of rosesWith each stepI wish to look at those eyes,to grasp the meaning of youTo unfathom you, yet againDrown me once more with those soft brownsBurn me,and let me be consumedIf only to be with you.
- A Message From Me To YouBy: Anna Biaritz Roldan
What ever happened to the daysWhen you tried to make me smile, alwaysWhat ever happened too the timesWhen your praises were pretty as chimesWhy have they gone away?Why didn’t your love stay?Did I become boring?Or perhaps annoying?I’m asking ‘cause I’m wonderingAnd because it’s you I’m missingI used to love all the attentionBut now, all you’re giving me is tensionBecause I really, truly miss youAnd everything you use to doI’m so sorry if I was insensitiveI’m guessing, that’s why your love vanishedIf that’s your main reasonThe more I apologizeYou know.
- A New Song to sing and Dance to!By: Frances Evelyn Mison
This is a song for everyone!Holy Moly!Holy Moly!I want to tell you about God and the Devil!If we choose to sin,Then please don't grin!Holy Moly!Holy Moly!My temperature is rising,so I'm just flying!And singing this song.
- Refining Your Elevator PitchBy: Penny C. Sansevieri
Imagine this: You're in the elevator with the producer of your favorite show.
- Seven Compelling Reasons to Get Your Name on a Book CoverBy: Michelle McGee-Jones
Have you ever considered writing a book? If so, maybe you’ve already established firmly in mind your exact purpose for becoming an author.
- Signs of Infidelity - 21 Categories of Cheating SignsBy: Ruth Houston
With infidelity reaching epidemic proportions, every woman should learn how to recognize the telltale signs of infidelity.
- A Pacific A CappellaBy: Vernan Jagunap
The page was empty when it came to me
But with white spaces in white spaces
And I felt the need to touch the page
With shape to shapes and hue to hues
Or was I - I am not really sure
Nothing is sure - but it had been touched
With grays and greens of cubes and spheres
Or greens and purples of cubes and spheres
Or purples and reds of cubes and spheres
No! - reds and yellows of cubes and spheres
The colors drifted vividly to the entire page
So vivid that it radiated and touched me
And I thought - I was there
But I was here inside the page
Ravished by the play of no empty spaces
No! - maybe I thought I was here
But I was there inside the page
Ravished by the play of no empty spaces
NOTE: Kindly send honest comments to vjagunap@yahoo.
- A passage to readBy: Eduardo Ramirez
A passage to readA day to remember this opinion from one taking
many steps.
- A Perfect Fathers Day Gift: Publish Dad's Story As An E-bookBy: Wayne Perkins
From Normandy to Funafuti, from the warehouse to theboardroom, fathers have been giving their lives unselfishly for theirfamilies.
- A Place Nearby...By: Cyril Cabral
Entered the roomSat by your bed all through the nightI watched your daily fight I hardly knewThe pain was almost more than I could bearBut still I hear your last words to me.
- A Poet To His FatherBy: .aLfie .vera .mella
I tried so hard to understand
Why did it have to be us?
Your gift that year was a broken home
Gone in our lives then you were suddenly
I remember the tales you used to tell
There in my crib I would listen so well
An ode of forgiveness now gently plays
From me and them and her to you
Out of sadness and gloom into brightness and heaven
For so many years, for your return I'd yearned
Wounds, healed; scars, gone; a fresh new start
An unbroken chord on the guitar is set to be strummed
A brighter chapter in our lives has long begun
Pains and tears are now once upon.
- A Poet To His FirstbornBy: .aLfie .vera .mella
Finally I found the ladyWho would be your mother and fairyLucky you forShe is all whom I could ever wish forYour mother and IHave been friends way beforeWe began to love each otherOr should I say, In our hearts we have been loving each other Long before we decided to be togetherYou may have come late in your parents' lives But that's the very reason you are special Not only to us but also to all the peopleWho care about usI promise you thatWhatever happensWe will give you everythingYou will ever needI'm sure tooThat your mother will love youAs much as she loves me and as I love youJust promise me two things:As you grow upLove to learn, read, and write—For this is the key toUnderstanding the world and Accepting thy neighbors for what and who they areAnd most importantly Love and respect your motherAs much as I respect and love her- 12:55 p.
- A Poet To His Future WifeBy: .aLfie .vera .mella
{to my fiancée, Charlotte Belialba}If you met me in my youthIn the days I was wilder and freerCould you have loved me still?If you met me in my youthWhen my heart was restless and untrueCould you have persevered and stayed?The mental picture of you which I've always paintedSoft-haired, flowers on your headStarry smiles beneath idyllic eyesLovely lips, supple skinWould you have loved me thenLike you love me now?The scent of my Summer siestasThere on the magical swingBeside the generous apple treeIn the backyard lawnOf Cousin Mike and his family's homeMoments spent yearning for my own 'lao jia'Could you have been dreaming and hopingIn the same moments for someone like me?Could I have been the portrait of your loveEven if I had not arrived?- 10:58 a.
- A Poet To His MotherBy: .aLfie .vera .mella
I may have not been too vocal in the pastOf my respect and love—for they are so vastAn old ballad sings: "Some good things never last"But in me, O Mother, may you put your trustMy childhood memories with you and FatherAre in my heart well-kept—be lost they'll neverOur countless strolls in Luneta and OngpinWere magical as the lamp of AladdinYour well-cried tears and heartily shed laughterTill my twilight I will always rememberTo be happy for and love one anotherYou taught us how—my lovely sisters and meForgiveness in our hearts, you said, should be freeThe reason we persevere to be betterThe pains and sacrifices that you've been throughI shared them all with you; you know it is trueEvery ups-and-downs, you're always there besideMe—believing, comforting, reassuringLike a hen, you reared us single-handedlyLike chicks, we followed you affectionatelyI might have pecked and Scratched you from time to timeWhatever pain I'd caused you.
- Polls Of Fools In LoveBy: Nerissa Arcega
If you decide to love someoneLearn to accept everthing about the personFor you may never find happiness in himNo matter how hard you tried to change himFor it's not the expectations why we fall in loveIt's not the beauty that fadesrather the perfections that binds relationshipBut the feeling of love deep within each others heartsBeauty fades but feelings don't!If your feeling is real.
- A Publishing Genius Finds Niche!By: Winn Griffin
Edward Stratemeyer was a publishing genius.
- A Quick Guide to ISBNs for Self-PublishersBy: Jennifer Tribe
A Quick Guide to ISBNs for Self-PublishersISBN stands for International Standard Book Number.
- A RealizationBy: Anna Biaritz Roldan
When I see you, I feel sad
When you talk to me, you make me mad
I ask myself “Am I all that bad?”
‘Cause why can’t you just like me for who I am
I look at myself in front of the mirror
It’s like I want to bang my head to the door
Why am I so stupid to like some one like you
When I know there’s no chance for you to like me too
I ask myself why I like you so much
I realize what’s not to like?
With looks like that
Perfect smile, gorgeous eyes
But I think again and I realize
You’re not that perfect at all
So why should I dream of you and me
When I can dream of me and heAbout the Author: HI! IM A HIGHSCHOOL STUDENT FROM DE LA SALLE ZOBEL.
- A Review of Scientific American MagazineBy: Jason Canon
From Quantum Black Holes to Neuromorphic Microchips Scientific American Magazine has the coverage to keep your young or mature science enthusiasts learning and growing.
- A Scriptural 'How to' for Writing ...By: Joyce C. Lock
If you want to know how to be a successful writer,by the world's methods and standards, I have absolutely no idea.
- A simple 7-step checklist to test your adsBy: Andre Clacy www.explosivecopycourse.com
Imagine if you had in your hand a simple,bullet-proof, 7-step checklist to test your ads andsales letters.
- A Simple Contest with a Strong Message for All Writers: WakeBy: Shelley Wake
The Blogfest 2005 Writing Contest has only been running for two weeks and already the results are overwhelming.
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