Woke Stories

¿Qué significa ser argentino cuando la barbarie ya no está en el desierto sino en nuestros hábitos, nuestras ideas y nuestra forma de vivir? El nuevo ser argentino propone una lectura filosófica de la identidad nacional a través de un recorrido que une al gaucho, la inmigración, el peronismo, el deporte, la cultura popular y la revolución digital. No busca reconstruir el pasado con nostalgia ni celebrar el presente con ingenuidad, sino comprender qué tipo de hombre está emergiendo después de décadas de transformaciones políticas, culturales y tecnológicas. Entre el ensayo histórico, la filosofía y la crítica cultural, Ray Gasparini explora el paso de la épica fundacional hacia una nueva forma de excelencia cotidiana: una normalidad extraordinaria construida sobre el mérito, la disciplina, la estabilidad y la responsabilidad individual. Un libro sobre la Argentina, pero también sobre el desafío universal de construir una civilización cuando la verdadera batalla ya no es contra la barbarie exterior, sino contra la que cada época produce en su interior.

She thought she was being chosen-until she realized she was being arranged. When two men court her with a secret between them, Charlotte refuses to be their silence... and walks away to find a love that finally sees her.

Listen to my voice Lead me astray with your words it's all meaningless I wanna be destroyed with us as we are right now

Insight into the mind of Jade as she journals for the first time as a way to remember what should be the best time of her life. Jade feels the pressure of wanting to live a life full of memories to look back on, but has a fairly uneventful life. She takes it upon herself to be more daring and adventurous in the hopes that she may one day look back on this period in her life without regrets. Follow Jade as she discovers friendships and romances and experiences with no regrets, but can becoming a new person change the way everyone sees her?

Abby's P.O.V : I was, without a doubt, the weaker of us two. We had joked around about things like this on end, but only because we never expected it to become a reality. We thought zombies were silly things created to feed creative imaginations. How could zombies even exist? How would one generate a human, yet not human, with a few less ordinary human traits and with a longing for actual humans’ flesh? Who said zombies wanted flesh, or even brains? We weren’t sure what they were after, but we didn’t want to find out, either. So when the undead, flesh-craving, humanity-ridden monster began striding toward us, I looked to my best friend in a panic, and watched her decapitate the monstrosity with a weed whacker. Life just got more interesting. Alicia's P.O.V : Somehow we only managed to live a normal life till we were fifteen. But during that fifteenth year, everything turned to chaos. The dead, they were everything but human anymore. But they walk. They bite. They kill and spread their disease to the unfortunate and the ones that aren't smart enough to survive. You know what they say, survival of the fittest. It isn't a joke anymore. This is a war between them and us.

2020 showed us all a lot of misery, and thats what they wanted, to destroy our morale, so we collectively create our own apocalypse, it's not the end, we need to fight, better days are coming.

A short poem about assimilation into racist society and the self destruction that results from it.

Shiva Boon, Shiva Bless. 108 words of wisdom.

"You're pretty for a black girl." if you get offended by any of the stuff I say in this book, keep it to yourself, I don't like drama. My goal is for you to feel you can relate to what I write.

Poems all written by yours truly. ; some poems are inspired by rappers or poets

These are just a few pieces my writings and ideas that I have inside of my notebook. I hope that you find hope and inspiration inside these excerpts from my notebook. Welcome to My Notebook. Please vote, share, and comment your honest feedback. Thanks!!

A poem I Worte about religion, that explores a different point of view then what we usually hear. Exact interpretation is really up to the reader.

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A small poem on loneliness, when rather I or others have forgotten what it means to have friends you can call your own.

My favorite poetry by teenagers and adults that make you think and bring light to different situations. Politically, Emotionally, and Physically.

Made on Saturday 29th of August 1:29 am

"You peasants" "I'm too iconic for this" "You trick ass coon" Where I rant, roast and throw numerous of shade also be petty Then i complain about my problematic melanin life Started: late September 2016 I would put the day but my dumbass forgot when I first published this Ending: april 2017 yet again i forgot

Let me speak to your heart if you can soften it.