Honest, informative, unfettered journalism has been mutilated beyond recognition by a money-grubbing truth-assassin known as “sponsored content.”
Wow! This Guy Seemed Genuinely Kind and Interested In Me, But How I Blow Him Off Because of My Deep-Seated Insecurity Is Even Crazier!
Grandpa's lost all attention span after those long days and nights toiling to find pieces of prime content to make into memes and listicles.
You want value from words. You want to be enriched. You don’t want people wasting your time. If this goes on for one more paragraph, you will stop reading.
The internet crushes at lists. But here are seven situations in which it would be, I'm afraid, downright inappropriate to use a list-based presentation format.
Once again, it's time to submit entries to the 31st annual Bulwer-Lytton Bad Fiction Writing contest! This year I'm hoping to be judged insufficient enough to take top prize.
For you masochist freelance writers out there, which includes all of you, I offer advice that will ensure Points in Case (aka Court) never publishes your writing again.
Jason Half-Pillow has been published in countless literary magazines that few people have read, and no one has read cover to cover, including their editors.
Before I took the on line course at Farmington's, I was just like you. My punctuation stank: my syntax was out of whack: and my spelling was down write atrocious!
Dave rates his self-confidence as a 4/10. Janine tells Dave how ugly his new soul patch is, and his rating falls to a 2. By what percentage has Dave's self-confidence dropped?
I twist nicknames into erotica. I randomly default to German. I'm a quirky invisible playmate. I graduated college with a major AND a minor. I rule your iPhone.
The news has grown into an entertainment feature in and of itself, and not in a "laugh at all the corpses and thank fuck that bomb didn't go off here" kind of way.