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I Have a Host of Friends
I was scrolling through my Facebook Friends list and came to on conclusion. It is awesome to have this platform to connect with people and share things with. Like many people, my collection of friends on Facebook run from those I have known for a long time to those who I only know on the…
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Edward Bernays: Propaganda
The manipulation of American society is well-developed psychological art backed by decades of science. The innate tendency of humans to follow scripted and reinforced narratives was identified, studied and applied by Edward Bernays, the nephew of Sigmund Freud. An early example of his work was the popularization of smoking among women. Bernays hired women to…
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Survey: Majority of College Students Afraid to Speak Freely Because They Might Be Offensive
American universities have done a complete about-face away from the free speech havens they once were.Recently brought to the forefront of American media has been the attack on free speech and lack of respect for the press on college campuses.Read more here…via IFTTT
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It’s okay to be weird.
A friend of mine on Facebook posted this….. [She is feeling] a bit heartbroken when her kiddo is explaining that someone at school keeps saying he’s weird… not really so much because someone is saying that… but because she maybe hasn’t instilled in him yet, enough of the joy and the gift of being weird. Weirdos…
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Predicting the Future
For this idea, we look to the future and think about what it will be like 25-100 years in the future. Write a post about 5 Things that will no longer exist in the future. If you use this idea, feel free to link back to this post.
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Image Prompt: Dystopian Future
Study the following image and see if sparks an idea for a dystopian short story. If you use this idea, feel free to link back to this post.
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The Gates
Standing watch at the gatesthe night sky cold in its darkening.Too many this time of yearmy soul cries for lost light. In the distance a flame dancesrequiem for those lost.Pity for those foundcold steel rests in my hand. Time is fleeting the night wandersstars gleaming casts no light.Hope is lost among the weepingstanding watch at…
