She plastered yet another layer of suffocating cosmetics on her face. It had been a good six hours since she had entered the bathroom and at this point, she couldn't remember what she used to look like.

I've noticed quite a few posts floating around where people complain that they're not getting as much money as they were hoping to, usually citing how unfair it is that their hard work and effort is poured

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Marion Tass was a dreadfully lonely woman. She had no friends, a tedious job, gossipy coworkers, and a severe wheat allergy that failed to make normal bread products taste terrible and wheat-free bread

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This was a fairy tale I cranked out in an our or so after reading a bit of an annotated Brother's Grimm collection. It made me realize three things: 1. Fairy tales should be used more in modern storytelling,

Once upon a time, there was a very rich and wifeless merchant with three unremarkable sons and three lovely daughters. The two eldest daughters, though pleasant to look at, were selfish and wicked women

eThis is a collection of odd short stories I wrote using prompts. Unfortunately, I didn't save the prompts I used in any way, so you'll just have to take my oh-so-reliable word for it. Originally, this

I've been on Steemit for six days. For six days, I've felt some form of pressure to create some kind of content and post it here. Not from any individual or group on here, of course, but from myself. Steemit

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The best way to hone your writing skills is to write constantly. Eventually, you'll begin to notice patterns of what works, what doesn't work, and what would work if you didn't use it constantly. However,

This is a genuine question I have. It's been on my mind for quite some time, but I recently read the very well-written and intelligent post @roelandap created(A Guide to Tackle the Four Conflicts of Life)

This is Magnus Von Crump, a three-and-a-half month old mixed breed kitten. I was aware of Magnus' existence for approximately fourteen hours before adopting him, and I have yet to regret my decision! Granted,

This is a satirical "essay" written in one afternoon, fueled by nothing but Powerade, Japanese horror songs, and my imagination. It's loosely based off of the very basic creationist argument that the universe

Hillary Clinton has become quite the notable person as of late, so it's best to educate yourself about her and who she is. 1. She's running for president. On April 12th, 2015, it was officially announced

I found out about Steem while looking up price charts for Bitcoin and have basically dived in headfirst, reading some suggested posts and taking notes so I don't look like a complete moron. I'm not entirely