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Not $500, not $50, not even $10. FIVE dollars. Be nice.

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I stared at the numbers in disbelief. I refreshed the page repeatedly, hoping it was just some glitch, that the earning was just not calculated yet.

With a heavy heart, I had to accepted what was to be my new reality.

The rule changed and I suffered some losses as a result. Other than adding to complaints already mounting in the platform, there really wasn’t much I could do about my disappointment.

I started with earning $28.30 on October 2018, slowly building up to finally reached my all-time best of $410.64 on September 2019 (took me almost a year) only to have it dropped to $142.22 on November 2019. All with one change of MPP rule. …


Photography

an unfiltered Photo Piece

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Oh, to catch the sunlight streaming through the green foliage — gently touching the ground with its soft golden light.

A light morning warmth for those who start the day early.

Even birds could not resist its warm touch — perching still on the ground, facing the majestic force.

Oh, to start the day with such a blessing…


Life Lesson

What could have been. What would have never been.

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Spoiler alert: this piece contains a bit of spoiler for the movie ‘Sergio’.

The man came into consciousness underneath the rubbles. His face dusty, half of his body buried underneath the concrete.

As he laid dying there with his friend who was also trapped underneath the ruin, he started to get flashbacks. Life events leading to the moment where he now found himself.

4 months.

“Last 4 months,” he had promised his lover.

4 months and he’s out.

It was supposed to be his last assignment. His last job before he finally ended everything and spent his old years with the love of his life, living near the sea.


Parenthood

Would you still love your children if they are different?

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I came across a shocking story today.

Ashley L. Peterson tells the story of a mother who took her 17-year-old to court to stop the minor from having a gender-affirming double mastectomy:

What?

It reminds me of the time I discussed with my mother the prospect of me getting a tattoo.

As predicted, she highly opposed the idea and in the heat of the discussion, she accidentally blurted out “because your body is mine” when I asked her why I should listen to her and not do whatever I want.

I was almost 25 years old at the time.

Imagine my shock hearing that statement. …


Life Lesson — Happiness

Let go of everything that doesn’t serve you.

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A Recalling

I laid in the dark. In silence. My back against my husband’s warm chest.

I had just saw a social media post from a man I had in the past, fallen for. A man who had made me laughed and cried. A man who had handed me both pain and joy.

For some reason, my mind tried to recall the hurtful events that had taken place during the time I spent with him.

We had never been an item.

It was supposed to be a casual thing.

But me being me, I — slowly inevitably fell for him.

Not head over heels, no.
But enough to cause some damage. …


Life Lessons

Don’t waste good lessons — especially for the price we have all paid dearly.

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I stood by my open window and stared at the rain for the longest time today.

Feeling the wind, the light spray of the rainwater on my face. Listening to the sound of raindrops on the leaves, pondering.

It rained last night too, as my husband and I headed out to my aunt’s home. The last day of the year.

It’s raining again today. And it still is as I’m typing this.

Nothing but the sound of rain and the gentle breeze streaming through the open window.

It’s as if Mother Nature is cleaning, wiping the slate off.

A new beginning. …


Writer — Humanity

This is how we’re gonna thrive for millennia to come.

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This is how we have survived billions of years.
And this is how we’re going to survive another billions.

Words, cascading — circulating.
Round and down — in circles, in lines.

When sorrow strikes and anger erupts.
When joy bursts and anxiety creeps.

We pour it out — in prose, in poems, in drawings.
We let the stone, the chisel, the quill, the ink — speak.

Possessed — we let our minds, hands loose, in charge.
We spill, we spit, we scrawl — screaming, shouting, on paper, on screen.

This is how we have survived billions of years.
And this is how we’re going to survive another billions.


True Crime

Not only she made soaps out of her victims, she also used their blood to make teacakes — which she ate and fed to her own son.

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Have you watched Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street?

Do you recall a certain Mrs Lovett — the lady in the movie who chopped off Todd’s victims and turned them into meat-pies?

This lady we’re about to discuss reminds me a lot of Mrs Lovett.

Except — instead of turning her victims into meat-pies, she made them into teacakes. And soaps.

The Lady

Leonarda Cianciulli was born on April 18, 1894 in Montella, a beautiful southern Italian province.

Her childhood was not a good one.

She attempted suicide twice before entering adulthood. …


Christmas — Gratitude

A warm Christmas wish.

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Christmas is drawing to an end where I am.

It might just begin for many of you.

Before this holiday ends though, I would like to take a moment of silence.

For gratitude.

And to honor each and every fallen soul this year.

A big heartfelt thank you.

To those who sacrifice their valuable time — time they could have spent with their loved ones, time they could have spent doing what they want on this special holiday.

Instead, they serve.

Workers working the grocery, supermarkets, shops selling gifts, restaurants.

Healthcare workers — doctors, nurses, cleaners. Each and every person doing their part, caring for others on this special day. …


Traveling — Qatar

A local experience in a foreign land.

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Souq (n)

a free-market where vendors can say the going market price for their products. The term is often used for the market in any Arab or Muslim city. In modern times, it appears in Western cities, too. It may also be the weekly market in some smaller towns where no tribal conflicts would be allowed.

— Wikipedia

About

Agnes Louis

Writer by heart. Teacher (English, Yoga, Pilates) by trade. Avid reader. World traveller. Model. You can reach me at agneslouis3108@gmail.com.

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