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The Finest Example is officially live. Please give it a visit, and if you like what you see, please follow and share any of the work. I’d love to build a community where writers and artists can contribute and give each other a leg up, so it would mean a lot if any of you that regularly pop in could help the site and the early contributors out with your support.
She saw him. She hadn’t been expecting it. He was walking along the street, hands in his coat pockets, face turned up to the bright autumn sun. He looked happy. Happier than anyone should look. Happier than anyone had a right to in this world.
If Gods and Monsters could convene to solve the problems of the many, they would no doubt create more than they could fix.
Oh ye that build houses of mud, clay, or bricks
Lapping listlessly against the sad frown of the bay
From field to mouth we thoughtlessly consume. Everything arrives at us pre-packed and in infinite supply. This disposable cornucopia is ours to waste. Yet, what goes into the food we eat?
Hello fellow writers!! I need your help for an on going project that I’d like to run from my blog…
I’d like to start a regular Collaboration Challenge and I’d like you to be involved.
My life has become an algorithm. A predictable spreadsheet of formulaic transactions that signify nothing. I code and I code and I help technology flourish. I drive the future, but not the present. Not my present. Zeros and ones are not heartbeats.