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During normal working hours I'm an engineer in the R&D department of a nanotech company. I love science and problem solving so this is the perfect environment for me. But my alter ego is a writer and animal enthusiast. Writing allows me to thoroughly

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Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Suspense: 15 of 188

Bad day I don't mean to be a downer. Everyone has bad days and good days. That's life. But this was the weirdest and worst by far. And then everything changed. First of all, I had a horrible time trying to get myself out of bed in the morning. I was so tired that I shut the alarm off, put my head back down, and didn't move a...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Birth stories: 22 of 209

I was excited about the prospect of giving birth and bringing home my daughter. I tried to imagine what she would look like and what the birth process would be like while I sat patiently night after night and waited. I never felt any actual worry or concern about my own health or that of the baby. I was extremely confident, ...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Funny pet stories: 5 of 29

If you've ever owned a dog, you know they can do some quite unexpected and downright surprising things. My half pitbull, half chocolate Labrador is always causing a commotion. For one, he's very inquisitive. Also, he has an intense hunting instinct. When I say intense, I'm not overstating the fact whatsoever. For example, he...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life: 309 of 1104

Weathered... (a haiku) Life experience peels back hope, dreams, fact, fiction; the soul is revealed.
Sciences > Ecology & Environment How the emerald ash borer beetle affects the ash tree: 3 of 9

The emerald ash borer, or Agrilus planipennis, kills ash trees through a slow process of strangulation of the trees' circulatory systems. Vital water and nutrients that provide the limbs and leaves with hydration and energy are blocked by the colonization and growth of these tiny green pests. Likewise, nourishing sugar suppl...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Childhood memories: 121 of 362

In the Wilderness Once when I was a somber child And shuffling through the snow, I witnessed a bright and blossoming red Upon the billowy whiteness grow. The steaming gush melted the white, And I wondered from where did it come? The streaming life of heart and vein, From the neck of the hare it had run.
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: In the meadow: 23 of 66

Meadowland Bluebirds sing their melodies. Butterflies weave and dive. Dewdrops cling to leaves and stems On the hills at sunrise. Bright sun shines overhead. Warm air blows through the hay. A hawk cries out from the timberline Of the fields at midday. The sky turns orange and red. Fields don a shadowy blanket. Deer nibble on...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Unlocked: 17 of 42

The Soul Unlocked It's time to say goodnight. It's time to turn the key. To open up the door That life has presented to me. The host has been so kind. The evening has been so sweet. I linger for a moment Over these memories I won't keep. The table was set with china. And crystal glasses of wine. The meal was warm and savory....
Politics, News & Issues > Pulitzer Center In a closed society like the military dictatorship of Burma, how can journalists find the truth?: 8 of 19

Truth in journalism in Burma, is it possible? The nature of journalistic reporting in the country of Burma is a complex subject. The militant government has active control over information. This is done by making communications equipment like cell phones and satellite dishes extremely expensive. Also, the nationwide press ag...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Saying goodbye: 22 of 52

What I'm first aware of is soft sunlight giving everything around me a bit of a golden glow. The air is humid and warm as it gently blows past me and ruffles the vibrant green leaves in the nearby trees. I'm on a wide dirt path that is lined with stubbles of wild grasses at the edges, and then larger plants and trees further...