Kevin Samuels is a dating/image consultant who recently gained popularity from a viral clip called “You’re Average at Best”
Kevin Samuels wants to help. Yes, at first glance you might not like him — especially if you’re one of women that call during his nightly online broadcasts on YouTube and Instagram. He’s trying to help women be happy and based on his background (divorced twice but willing to marry again), he has a few good points.
Most people that don’t like Kevin are the ones that agree with what he says, but hate the way he says it. Kevin’s broadcasts…
You have a million pieces of bubblegum — how many pieces can you eat each day to get to zero? Would you even try? That’s a lot of gum. Even if it was my favorite piece of gum, I’d try to bargain some of it for other things because I have so much. Now, what if I told you these were the last million pieces of bubblegum? Would that matter? It’s not like it’s gold, so personally, I wouldn’t care much.
Let’s fast forward to when you have a hundred thousand pieces of bubblegum left — do you care now…
Hello everyone! Thank you for coming to my page to read my first novel ‘Pink Blossom’, it truly means a lot to me. I hope you join me on this very personal journey and can’t wait to hear what you think about my book. Enjoy!
The orange yellow hue of the sky had started to dissipate as the ocean of pink overwhelmed it, the sun peeking down beyond the horizon. Master had been waiting in the cafe for one hour, on his third cup of coffee and growing restless. He was agitated, his stomach felt like a balloon of anxiety…
Hello everyone! Thank you for coming to my page to read the first chapter of my first novel ‘Pink Blossom’, it truly means a lot to me. I hope you join me on this very personal journey and can’t wait to hear what you think about my book. Enjoy!
Master walked down the stained dark jetway which was lined with thick dust and exhausted from daily use. He was tired and drowsy in half sleep. As he stumbled away from the plane’s half circular opening, his eyes stung red from the lack of sleep he endured during the night. He…
I told you
It’s not you it’s me
It’s not me it’s true
I’ll take the blame
But who do you choose
When you stand in the winning shoes
Be like every other
And do the right thing
Or do you
Go to the right path
That’s true to you
Is being rich fair?
I worked for it
Do I have to share?
To those who weren’t as clever
And those you don’t deserve it
I deserve it
I burned life to learn it
Turned light into opulence
To have it taken away
I am disappointed. You met me at a time when I was at my most innocent, I guess you were too. I was green and you were blue. You were seen and I was new, to this world you called home. It was therapy for you and it become that for me too. This world lured me in and taught me valuable lessons, about people and their intentions. You made money, lots of it and you tried to protect your ego, you still do. We all do. I bet murderers think their actions are justified, to some degree. It’s our…
I bet when you read the title, you figured you’d read some sappy article on being successful, something like “10 successful habits of billionaires” or “How to become successful in 5 easy steps” — well, you thought wrong. You want to know about success? Define it first. What is success to you? If you’re the type that follows the herd, then success is what other people define it to be, no matter if that success is relevant to your success. To be completely honest, chances are if you’re reading this you are most likely not successful, which is okay…you have…
The following piece is from the Stories for Self-Improvement series where I develop short stories to inspire you. This particular piece focuses on accountability and the role punishment takes in it.
“Why was it when I had atoned for my sins that I felt better? And freer? As if the weight of the world had lifted off my shoulders?”
Punishment is funny and tricky, but oftentimes people are opposed to using it as a form of treatment, even if it brings order to the chaos. Since change is constant, the same should apply to modern punishment and laws. But for…
I sat underneath the bed; in the small gap between my bed and the floor, and cried uncontrollably — tears ran down my rosy cheeks in competition. “I hate you, you’re a failure!” I yelled at him. He became enraged; stomping around my hiding spot, unable to reach me. Occasionally, a hand would appear and try to grab me, but I easily dodged these futile attempts. You see, I was a tiny 4 year old with the flexibility of a spring. This was my domain, he had stepped into my arena.
The truth is no matter how much he tried…
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