Modernproblems Stories

When a ten-year-old's ill-fated wooden cart ride turns into a valley-wide wail-fest, it's not just her village that's shaken. YAHWEH, tired of endless, petty human prayers, is rudely awakened from his siesta, only to find himself dragged into a divine squabble across continents. From bickering with Egyptian gods to clashing with Kenyan deities like MWENENYAGA and CHEPTALEL, he discovers that saving a single human life is far more complicated-and hilarious-than he ever imagined. A witty tale where ancient Gods deal with modern human drama, unexpected alliances, and the sheer exasperation of divine intervention.

With my old guitar, I'll take all the confessions I couldn't say. All the things I swallowed inside. And tell him right now as if I made it into a song. Just listen, I'll sing for you.

Just a prompt for now 👀 1st - Two friends watching live of one of their favourite Idol when something happens which would have repercussions for everyone...

Piracy was and always will be a problem in Somalia. But that wasn't going to stop Damensco. Many travels have brought his family to the infested country of Somalia, where stakes are high and rewards are higher.

Everyone knows the story of Icarus. The story of how his wings melted as a cause of his ego. How he flew too close to the sun and he was warned not to. How he fell a torturous fall from shining light to utter darkness. But what they don't know is that his wings melted from the heat of his own joy, not his ego. What they don't know is that he was also warned not to fly too close to the sea below. What they don't know is that the fall was the most invigorating part. What they forget is that the wax and feathers and frames of his wings fell to the sea with him. The story emerges from the sea in new forms. Abusive fathers embody Minos. The wax is no longer wax but a family. The story of Icarus is reborn from the depths of the Underworld. But can something be reborn if it never died? "Never regret thy fall, O Icarus of the fearless flight For the greatest tragedy of them all Is to never feel the burning light." ~Oscar Wilde

Just a few thoughts in my head that I type out while blasting sad songs and crying during a breakdown

A story about abuse, secrets and heartbreak

Me , Him , Her and many others. All of us have different stories. Our lives vary , our fates spin different threads. Alas , we are all frustrated millenials; born at the end of a celebrated century and the beginning of Generation Z. But above all , living a beautiful mess of confusion.

The poetry in this book belongs to ME, if you want to use it then ASK. I MIGHT make you a poem, if you ask- I do not HAVE to.

When one man's peaceful road trip through Quebec devolves into a turf war between four navigation apps-each with its own accent, personality, and metric preferences-he begins to question whether technology is truly on his side. A comedic look at travel, marriage, and the absurdity of modern convenience.

This is a collection of essays and short stories that I have written on current events, topics that have been through my mind, and problems that have been around for a while. These will be fiction sad none fiction. They will have the date my age and why I wrote it. I will also take submissions for essays and or short stories and all other authors will be created. Any and all submissions must involve a current event *

A comparative poetry slam in which young peoe write poems about certain things in the world. The messages are important ones. Please watch these, and help make our world a better one.

Are you tired? We are in the 21 century and it's still things wrong with sociaty. By reading and commit to the discussion you'll be helping raising awarness of modern problems that affects us all in some way. And before you skip: please try reading the one chapter at least. It would mean so much for me :)

This story is written in a free-verse stature, a similar and meaningful style from Ellen Hopkin's books. The books; Crank, Trick, Traffic, and many of Hopkin's other writings heavily inspire this story. This story contains strong language, possible triggers, and diverse opinions. Some of which may be extremely bias, and offensive. HOLLAND IS: A sweet girl. Almost too pure for the world to leave it's dirty little finger-print bruises. Everything is mismatched, family, friends, her lover. Her family isn't one; except her Grandmother who fills the empty hole in her heart with love. Her friends aren't true, but they're everywhere. One thing she's set on is escaping the sick ruined love she's fallen into, and chasing after her near-perfect idea of heaven. MICHAEL IS: A numb boy. He passes through everything blind and withering. His aspirations, if he has any, are dwindling. Floating around, unaffected, seems the way to go when your exploited and beaten everyday. He just wants something to fall over him and consume him with interest and meaning. That something is found, ripping apart his good intentions and throwing them away into an obsession that goes deeper than himself. JOJO IS: A strong girl. She has everything, beauty, brains, and her words are stronger than any form of brawn. That's destroyed. Ripped away by the dying words of her grandfather. It's gone and empty and all that's left is anger. Grieving is something she's never experienced, but she's sure it shouldn't make her feel this powerful. CAESAR IS: A nebbish boy. He's maxed out his talent, and taken life with long strides. One thing he's hung up on is his soul-crushing infatuation with another boy. When his family starts losing more money than they're making, they all seem to think praying-the-poor-away is the solution. He takes it upon himself to fix not only his problems, but everyone else's. And he's going to have to reinvent himself. Another version that's numb, cold, and used.