isadorawriter

It feels so good to write a text. Your fingers flow through the letters, and the idea begins to take shape on the paper, even if it's virtual. You feel good inside and relieved. At a certain point, you're finally done—at least, that's what you want to think. Then comes the thing called review, often one of the most excruciating activities in life. A creator will not always be the same person who corrects their productions. And that's when the lifesaver, the reviewer, enters the room. Imagine living in the era of technology, where sometimes you just want to get your text ready and reviewed right away because you're desperate to know if it's good or not, or if you should implement something, etc. Suddenly, there is a tool available that you can use to help you improve. I recently had the fastest review of my life—seriously, less than a minute. I asked for grammar and punctuation corrections, and my entire text was swiftly corrected. It was a small text, maybe a pa...

Disclaimer: The following story is a fiction work written by me. Any resemblance to the real world is just a coincidence.   +   "Mark! No time long see. What you have been doing for a living?" "Hey, Carl! So good to see you again. Currently, I am a wordsmith." "Am I sorry, you just said what?" "I am an author." "Oh, do you mean a writer?" "Yes." "Aha. That’s fun, Mark. You know that saying those difficult words doesn't make you a good writer, do you know that, right?" "I am profoundly aware and I appreciate your concern regarding my exquisite vocabulary Carl." Carl takes his phone, he types quickly. "It’s disheartening to see you like this. I hope you find a real job someday." "Excuse me? Carl types again. "Yeah, you seem that you stay all day long at home, looking like a drifter." "A drifter?" Carl types again. "I am trying to teach you something paramount."...

Disclaimer: The following story is a fiction work written by me. Any resemblance to the real world is just a coincidence. This text contains graphic violence described. Avoid reading if your age is under 18 years old or you are suffering from depression. +     Well, they used to say: Cleaner is the place, sicker is the mind. I was a little hesitant to agree with that. But things almost went out of control. I noticed I was about to break for a second when I wanted to slash that neck. It occurred to me that cleansing maintains things beautiful and pure. That used to be my way of thinking. Someday, eventually, checking out all the things that happened, I could not see what was happening to our marriage. Or I regarded not to see it. Their absence was always present. While not dealing with an invented monster, their fantasies were fulfilled as he pleased. And I was just a part of the game. I knew, I would not be able to fix his demeanor when I realized that is what he is. He is not...

  I just love these inventive dreams I have. Recently, I dreamed that I was driving a black motorcycle and then I went to the store to rent a space for someone. The person complains about some sort of thing. I went out of the place. There is a Chinese department with several people around. Apparently, they teach courses around there. When I study several languages at the same time, I usually get weird dreams. I really don't know what kind of connection my brain has with German that gives him weirdo nightmares. I used to have nightmares with English back then. Now it's German. I don't know if that will keep occurring or if this is specifically for Germanic languages. - Photo by Diane Picchiottino:  https://unsplash.com/de/@diane_soko