bullying
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Flash Fiction February Day 12 The Customer Is Always (going to think they’re) Right Gerald looked out, saw the customer reading the sign in the window of his shop and sighed. Carol, the other person on shift heard him and glanced up seeing the man open the door and enter. “Oh.”, she said softly and…
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With all the people I see complaining about “cancel culture”, snowflakes, and people being offended, I wanted to share the following. You Don’t Know You don’t know what I have been through, Nor truly anyone. Perhaps you think you speak in jest, Are only having fun. But words cut deep and deeper still, Their wounds…
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Because of the last two night shifts and having to work tomorrow at 0600, I haven’t slept since about 1430 yesterday. This has some strange effects upon my little brain. For starters, I had absolutely no idea what to write about today, only the determination to not miss a post this close to the end…
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At some point all of us have been on the receiving end of someone’s uniformed judgement of us. For that matter, we’ve probably all done it at some point. Making snap judgements of what’s dangerous is a survival skill. But not one we really need any more. Let’s all try to read the book… not…
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Had some really obnoxious people in the store lately. One in particular was especially rude to my co-worker Mike. Mike is one of the most genuinely sweet people I know, so to be treated this way far no reason really upset him. Mike…. this one’s for you. Don’t Back Down Some people think that being…
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The other day, I was thinking that after NaPoWriMo I might like to write a short story. While debating what to write about I doodled the following phrase. A Terribly Short Story About A Terribly Short Wizard With A Terribly Short Temper. It became this poem. My 23rd for NaPoWriMo. Enjoy! The Terribly Short Wizard…
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Fourteen year old Jamey Rodemeyer from western New York has allegedly killed himself as result of bullying and harassment over his sexuality. At a school dance attended by his sister who had just been to his wake, the dance organizers played his favorite song in his memory. Some of the students present chanted, “better off…
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