It was the middle of Summer, just like it always is in memories of childhood. The night was in full swing of its symphonies of bug noises and bull frogs calling from the swamps and forest-land. The stars were scattered everywhere, the moon floated on its ethereal river in space. Danny Mitt watched the earthly and astrological ambiance from atop his flat roofed house. He pet his cat affectionately. The horse paced in circles, occasionally braying, which echoed off the trees and into the forest.
Updated 02-14-2013 at 06:29 AM by Taknovrthewrld
I feel a slight lull in my wakeful state as a writer. The first lapse since I've been working so hard. I'm not working as hard, aside from writing responses to business scenarios for my class on management, though I do tap the keyboard occasionally with no real intention and words do come out. I'll post one business case study below for the HFI L of it. It counts, and I don't really have a direction when it comes to writing; nor do I have a vast knowledge of it, so everything helps. Anyway, here
I wrote this tonight, but the ideas been in my head for a while. I dig Hunter S. Thompson. Too tired to form complete thoughts, so here's the meat:
Why We Need Subjectivity In Journalism
In his WordPress blog, Mike Gene, author of The Design Matrix, defines 'objective knowledge' as "unbiased knowledge about the world around us", whereas 'subjective knowledge' "exists in the mind and pertains to the one who holds the knowledge." But biased is such
Updated 06-27-2012 at 08:19 AM by Taknovrthewrld
Well, I've decided to give it a try. I'm entering the Literary Maneuvers -- Fiction Competition thing. My entry is below, but it's wayyy too long right now. Well, only about 150 words too long, but that's a lot when it comes to a story as short as this. Anyway, here is the full version:
June 27th, 1994, late evening
Oh, diary, the ugliest thing happened to me just now.
The city is a beautiful and bustling throng of entertainment, but it can be
Just some random writing, letting a few ideas go on paper. I started with the 'cages' metaphor and went from there--it ended up about anxiety, which I have medication for, so you know it's at least somewhat legit. I am more than interested in your comments, critiques, praise, insults, death threats, snide comments, etc. Feel free to burn me a new one, or correct a grammar mistake.
There are many layers of personal and social anxiety separating people from each other that most