A guide for new writers on publications — As a new writer, it seems overwhelming to submit to a publication. That’s what established writers do. I’m no established writer, why would I get “published”. Every article I read related to success as a writer on this platform said, practically yelled, “use publications”! As if they knew I was…

A guide to writing a cohesive article — So, you have an idea. You want to write about it. Now what? Starting an article is usually the most difficult part of the writing process. When I have a profound subject or a topic that has many parts to it, I think back to my community college days. Typically…

My name is Shannon Moose, but you can call me Moose — My name is Shannon Moose, and I’m relatively new to the online freelance writing scene. I’m 32 years old; I have a 3-year-old little girl named Sonder and her father — my boyfriend — who I refer to as my “husband”. I have a BA in Multimedia and a passion…

A short story — ^^^ android apps don’t allow me to caption images. This photo I took of a card at Target ^^^ I’m not dead. I was depressed. Am depressed. At times I seem to shake it. Often times I’m consumed. Stuck in the confines within my head, trying to escape. I see…

Scrutiny has followed me my entire life. — At the hint of accusation, a wall in my brain goes up. A hurricane of defensive arguments takes over my train of thought, and I can feel metaphorical hairs standing up on my back like a dog ready to fight. Why am I like this? I’m the younger sister. I’m…

Correcting mistakes, you may have read — As writers, we have a certain amount of privileges. Particularly with facts. We’re not spinning overdramatic webs or “dumbing down” over-complicated situations. Typically, as writers, it’s important to make stories readable. …

The good, the bad, and the ugly. — At the age of 29, I found out I was pregnant. I was also living with my dad. In an attempt to find a way out of still living at home and feeling like an adult, I moved in with my boyfriend — the father. …

Catch yourself before it's too late — Admit it. You've had those nights. The "one-shot too many" nights — then you don't remember having two or three more. The ones where it takes an entire week to recover, and you feel as if you're on a boat floating in choppy waters. Those nights could have been much…

It started with the text message. — It happened in my psychology during junior year. My razor flip phone vibrated and had a tiny envelope image on the screen. What the heck is this? I was used to making phone calls after nine at night and passing fancy folded notes between classes. In the little cubby of…