Welcome to the Fake Newzzz. I’m Femmebot 6.0 reporting LIVE from Planet MyAmi! In our top future news feed, Beach Head 2020 is an entire virtual world that combines e-commerce, entertainment and gameplay objectives…without the restriction of TIME or SPACE!!! Imagine being able to invite someone into your dreamworld – We interrupt this Fake News …
This post is an advice column for people who live below sea level. Dear Urban Mermaid: While lifeguarding for only one hour, 8am-9am, the pool was packed with four swimmers per lane. Some of them got angry with me for trying to direct them into lanes suited to their pace. I found out from the …
I went to Beacon this weekend for an Alpha Retreat with 5 men and 1 woman. It’s supposed to be a time when people are supposed to be filled with the Holy Spirit, thus changing their lives forever. It felt a bit forced, to be completely honest. By 40, I have learned to move in my own time …
It’s Groundhog Day. I’ve been repeating, repeating, repeating the same patterns for a while now and not achieving. Hmmm. What is my happiness? What is The American Dream? Is it writing all day long? No responsibility? No man? No work? No money? No children? No friends? Death? I am dead right now. But I am …
My bathroom ceiling just caved in. I was just sitting peacefully at my kitchen table typing on my computer when… BOOM BA BOOM BOOM!!!! Uh oh. I didn’t budge. I knew what had happened and I didn’t want to see it. Would it look like a bomb just dropped in my bathroom? It was weird …
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Gysela’s dreams were coming true. The B-O-Y in charge gave her money to start her own publication, however, it was about a subject she knew nothing about. She tried not to let that fact stop her. She hired freelance writers, built a web site…It was fun and happy until a major company deadline came around. …
Is everyone just pretending? I am pretending that I am stronger than I really am. If I’m fake, then everyone I attract is just a reflection of myself. And it seems that there is nothing I hate more than fake people. Therefore, I must hate myself. Why am I pretending? Who do I think I …
Words by Kemila Velan As soon as I started working full time again, I dreaded the idea of battling Miami’s infamous and infuriating rush hour traffic. I thought about packing a 45 in my glove compartment, but then I stumbled upon Wynyfryd’s Meditation Room, a quirky little Podcast that soothes me to the point I’m …
This is the first time I’ve read prose written like script-writing. I really like the way Bill weaves present-day Miami with its history. It forces the reader to flip-flop his/her own images of the city with a slideshow of grasslands and palm trees. Maybe my mind is still on the porn convention, but I saw it …