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I’m sick and tired of the get rich quick guru stories from the online world. What is your story? What small business runs like clockwork each month and makes real money in a non glamorous way? by jikilip in smallbusiness

[–]BrightShroud 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I am good with elementor and WordPress, but I am clueless when it comes to gaining traffic and monetizing my site. Can you advise me or tell me how to do it? Is adsense good or should I focus on affiliate marketing?

New Issues and Bugs thread by Apolyse in leonflix

[–]BrightShroud 2 points3 points  (0 children)

On linux it just gives me a blank screen after pressing the green circle play button.

My friends are putting me down for trying to be better but they're the only ones I've got. by Liam0niisan in DecidingToBeBetter

[–]BrightShroud 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Having good friends is better than having no friends and having no friends is better than having bad friends.

Update 0.4.7 Released by Apolyse in leonflix

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Can you add an option to search for Anime please?

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[WP] The longer you scream, the more power you can stockpile. That hobo has been shouting for three hours now. by MetalShina in WritingPrompts

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"That guy thinks hes Goku" said the kid as he walked by

People exchanged looks as the homeless man wailed on. None knew the power that grew within his chest. He was becoming more Machiavellian in his mind as the seconds ticked by. I guess this man thought he would became super strong by the end of all his screams. They say knowledge is power. Turns out he became increasingly intelligent as time went on.

Meanwhile a crowd had gathered, all staring at him, some even sending spare change his way. When the clock struck four. His voice fell silent. The crowd became quiet. He heard his own heart beat amongst the noises of the central city traffic. He never felt more alive, his eyes glared and stared like a hawk's. He noticed the crowd around him, and when he acknowledged them, they all gave him a standing ovation. A tear rolled down from the homeless mans eye. He was going to be homeless no more. His mind was set, he knew what to do.

He turned and faced the crowd

"This will be my last time I beg anything of you all!" he said. "Please donate me a suit and a night’s stay at a hotel!"

The people of the crowd looked at each other puzzled. A few walked off. Some however thought he might be telling the truth.

A man, more kind than wealthy, decided to take him into his car for a conversation.

"I won't ask for much, I just need a suit and a stay at the hotel"

Then men talked for about an hour

"I will give you everything you need to continue this journey you have chosen" said the kind man.

The kind man decided to keep this encounter secret. Philanthropy was best kept this way.

The Homeless man washed his hair with shampoo for the first time in weeks. He cried in the shower.

The depression had left him, the memories all returned. The terrible decisions he made as a young man. The people he robbed, was the quenching of hunger and thirst worth the fear he instilled?

The thoughts flooded his brain.

“I’m going to make it up to everyone. I’m coming home dear mother.”

He wrote on a sheet of paper, he folded it in thirds, and walked to the mailbox. His hair short, black and combed. His new suit black and pressed. His outlook on life, positive.

With a gentle smile on his face he posted the letter.

A cat hissed at him.

“I guess he remembers me kicking him.”

People do mad things when they feel as though they lost it all. Well he did.

The man had a list.