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It was 1884, in Dover Delaware. Ella Mae Cash, forty-two, and Reno Willard, fifty-three, were playing dominoes at Willard’s tavern. Willard had brought the Merlot, and was pouring Ella Mae a glass when she remarked,“It’s finally Juneteenth,” she smiled before taking a sip of the red wine.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Journal
THE END OF AN ERA?
I've been fortunate enough to be involved in the film industry for the good part of 17 years. This journey has given me a deep understanding of what goes on behind the scenes and, in some way, a good understanding of the inner workings of the film industry itself. I've witnessed many changes in my short 34 years of existence but none that have really affected me personally to the extent that the film industry has. I fear that the nostalgia we feel for 'classics' may cease to exist for future generations, in movies created today, by the overuse of CGI, cash grabs and political correctness.
By Matthew Scully5 years ago in Journal
Growing With Covid
In the light of everything looking brighter - a glimpse of summer, an intentioned end in sight and successful vaccination roll out we’re looking closer towards the end of the pandemic, with Chris Whitty saying we will be treating coronavirus like the flu with no more lockdowns, I've been thinking about the impacts that continuous and lengthy lockdowns had on us all, especially on those living their most fragile and the influential years during them.
By Amelie Overton5 years ago in Journal
Embarrassing Tales of a Ride-Share Driver
Have you ever wondered what it’s like to be a ride share driver? I did, and despite being someone who generally does not like being around too many people, I gave it a shot. I have had many good experiences and bad. So lets kick this off with the bad.
By Mani Sacasa5 years ago in Journal
Resume. An Expose
That damn resume. I hear all versions. You haunt me. You track me and you hurt me. I want to go HOME. The resume doesn't say much about me or anyone else as a human being, a living breathing emotional non-mechanical whatever who is more than just a brain and a nice body. or a mature woman with an agile mind?
By WriterS.InK Inc. (Sandy Groyer)5 years ago in Journal
Britain's hosts 2021 Submarine Race
This Thursday before Good Friday, after months of organizing effort by HM Maritime and Coastguard Agency, RNLI, Hampshire County Council, Dorset County Council, the Royal Navy, and NATO it is possible to confirm the world’s first “International Submarine Racing” competition.
By Alan Russell5 years ago in Journal
Story 2: The Breaths
Up. Down. Around. Up. Down. Around. “Your feet need to be pointed when they are not on the ground. This is not elementary level. You will perform well, or you will not make it”. Words spoken by the one and only Cynthia Conley. My raw talent got me my career during my time at The Academy of the Arts in Illinois. I dedicate this speech to stubborn old Conley, her meter stick, and to the academy students that doubted me. I became the best, because she was the only one who never just allowed me to quit. The stubbornness, embarrassment, and the talk were all worth it.
By Autumn Hellens5 years ago in Journal
Banned from Existence
When I become aware of my surroundings, the first thing I feel is a hard surface pressing against my back. My eyes are still closed, but I can see light through my shut eyelids. It must be pretty bright wherever, I think. I slowly open my eyes to look around me. I;m not sure if it’s what I want to do quite yet, but everything is silent around me, so listening isn’t telling me anything. Ehh I open my eyes,, I’m temporarily blinded by the fluorescent lights above me. After a few seconds, my eyes adjust enough to see the room around me. I’m laying in the middle of a blank, empty white room that stretches into all directions as far as I can see.
By Emery Pine5 years ago in Journal










