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[카일의 일상#919] 빨래가 잘 마르는 계절

khaiyoui — Sat, 03 Oct 2026 05:55:03 GMT

아침부터 하늘이 참 맑다.
햇빛도 좋고 바람도 적당해서 빨래를 널어두기 딱 좋은 날.

하나둘 빨래를 걸어놓고 바라보니
색색의 옷들이 파란 하늘을 배경으로 줄지어 있다.

여름처럼 덥지는 않은데도
햇볕과 바람 덕분인지 빨래는 금세 보송보송해지고,
마른 빨래에서 나는 햇살 냄새도 괜히 기분 좋다.

가을은 이런 소소한 순간에도 느껴진다.
맑은 하늘 아래 빨래가 잘 마르는 계절.

이무 것도 없어도 괜스레 기분이 좋아지는 날!

3 October 2026, Freewriters Community Daily Writing Prompt Day 3245:: prince of lies

daily.prompt — Sat, 03 Oct 2026 06:01:00 GMT

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prince of lies

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The problem with clichés.

wiseagent — Sat, 03 Oct 2026 01:31:54 GMT

*This publication was also writen in* **SPANISH** *and* **PORTUGUESE**.

The "target" must be hit with just one right idea.

![cliche_problems.png](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/wiseagent/23yx85NRNJrA6yhycv1ZWdairMofTjDP5HQYkn7nBNgUALJjJQiRkAiFzwdN9nKSpw7eg.png)[Mantenlo Simple](https://mantenlosimple.com/2014/08/18/cliches-estereotipos-cine-p1/)

Speak badly of me, but speak of me. For years, the clichés used in movies have already become part of cinematic history because they carry fundamental weight in certain types of narrative structures, which certainly help not only to create a solid foundation for developing a story, but also help to create a visual and stylized identity (depending on what the essence of each project is). The fact is that, whether loved or not, they can bring "systemic" problems.

Perhaps, the most popular (and most recognizable, because it is more commonly used) is the repetition of standardized ideas that they carry. However, the blame falls much more on those who use them (and how these people use them) than on the clichés themselves. It is quite true that some clichés are so silly or even bad. On the other hand, depending on how they are used in movies, they can be important tools for constructing elements within the plot.

The dilemma here is how to balance this applicability of a narrative device (which may or may not be verbal or visual), because it is according to the quantity, intensity, and execution of the choices that they may - or may not - become a major headache for some screenwriters and directors. Every cinematic genre, over the years, has built its own clichés, and the way they have “evolved” through time is the merit of a small group.

Although it is almost impossible to attribute the merit of this matter to specific names, it is impossible to deny that the history of cinema was (in part) built by what clichés represent. Like any other device, clichés just need to be better chosen (and used) to work according to the atmosphere of the projects in which they are inserted. The problem isn't exactly them... Because they are just an accessory that is part of the whole.

Their essence is so strong that, with just a few seconds of a scene after its projection begins, a particular movie can easily be categorized by a large number of people. Therefore, if they are used the right way, a movie can easily become good in the eyes of the general public because this creates a kind of “bridge” between the fantastic side that is created by the combination of image and sound, and the realistic side that needs to buy into that whole idea.

**El problema con los clichés.**

Hablen mal, pero hablen de mí. Desde hace años, los clichés utilizados en las películas ya forman parte de la historia cinematográfica porque tienen un peso fundamental en determinados tipos de estructuras narrativas, que ciertamente ayudan no solo a crear una base sólida para desarrollar una historia, sino que también ayudan a crear una identidad visual y estilizada (dependiendo de cuál sea la esencia de cada proyecto). El hecho es que, sean amados o no, pueden traer problemas "sistémicos".

Quizás, el más popular (y más reconocible, por ser utilizado con mayor frecuencia) sea la repetición de ideas estandarizadas que llevan consigo. Sin embargo, la culpa recae mucho más sobre quienes los usan (y cómo esas personas los usan) que sobre los propios clichés. Es muy cierto que algunos clichés son tan tontos o incluso malos. Por otro lado, dependiendo de la manera en que sean utilizados en las películas, pueden ser herramientas importantes de construcción dentro de la trama.

El dilema aquí es cómo dosificar esta aplicabilidad del recurso narrativo (que puede o no ser verbal o visual), porque es de acuerdo con la cantidad, la intensidad y la ejecución de las elecciones que pueden - o no - convertirse en un gran dolor de cabeza para algunos guionistas y directores. Todo género cinematográfico, a lo largo de los años, ha construido sus propios clichés, y la manera en que fueron “evolucionando” a través del tiempo es mérito de un pequeño grupo.

Aunque es casi imposible atribuir el mérito de esta cuestión a través de nombres específicos, es imposible negar que la historia del cine fue (en parte) construida por lo que los clichés representan. Al igual que cualquier otro recurso, los clichés solo necesitan ser mejor elegidos (y utilizados) para funcionar de acuerdo con la atmósfera de los proyectos en los que están insertados. El problema no son exactamente ellos... Porque son solo un accesorio que forma parte del todo.

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Concurso. Observa Piensa Escribe.

lanzjoseg — Sat, 03 Oct 2026 03:03:12 GMT

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![](https://i.ecency.com/DQmfDk2qQJhSHcuHCFdzw91Bt2fixfxWJNkwEmctbqujtb7/imagen.png) **Observa esta imagen, piensa y escribe.** **Vamos, te invito a participar.**

Nuevo concurso: semana del 0210-2026 hasta 0910-2026

Para todos los hivers de esta plataforma donde podemos interactuar entre nosotros, donde absolutamente todos podemos participar y es muy fácil, solo debes cumplir con unas pautas o reglas muy simples y básicas, de esta manera estarás participando.

Todos sabemos que la observación es la adquisición activa de información a partir del sentido de la vista, de esta manera podemos analizar diferentes situaciones y también podemos pensar en esa situación, a partir de allí crear una historia para luego escribir acerca de lo que observamos, que mejor manera que hacerlo en este concurso.

Realizar un post. Debes utilizar la imagen del concurso y con el título de tu preferencia cónsono al concurso y a la imagen.

Publicar dentro de la comunidad de Top Family
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Utilizar las etiquetas #observa #piensa #escribe #mundovirtual y/o #hueso

Dejar el enlace de tu publicación en un comentario de esta publicación.

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Una sola entrada por participante.
Apoya esta publicación otorgando un voto, si es de tu agrado.

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La entrada al concurso será hasta las **9 de la noche** del día viernes 09 de octubre.

Los ganadores serán anunciados el próximo viernes 09 de octubre

Me complace en anunciar los ganadores del concurso Observa Piensa Escribe, debo agradecer a todos los que participaron.

Bueno, para no hacerlo más largo, aquí están los participantes que cumplieron con lar reglas del concurso. Y los tres ganadores.

Los ganadores fueron escogidos con el sistema aleatorio de sortea2.com

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@amigoponc
@layac13
@mariperez316
@yasmarit
@suezoe
@damelysh

Ganadores:

Puesto 1: @amigoponc
Puesto 2: @mariperez316
Puesto 3: @damelysh
Puesto 4: @suezoe

Resultados del sorteo

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Todas las publicaciones que cumplan las reglas. Recibirán token hueso…

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Infant Loss Awareness Month: Remembering Our Son

borderline.babe — Fri, 02 Oct 2026 22:37:42 GMT

In honor of October being Infant Loss Awareness Month, I would like to dedicate this post to our son that we lost last November due to miscarriage...

To our precious baby boy Elijah, our first son...

(All photos are my own)

Since the age of 7, I dreamed of being a boy mom, and despite never discovering your gender during your pregnancy, I never once doubted that you were a boy.

Finding out that you no longer had a heartbeat, and that you had been gone for nearly a month while we were still thinking we were talking to you... I still have no words for that situation. Then to give birth to you, hold you in the palm of my hand, and find out that yes, you were a boy after all...

(Elijah's "first" birthday cake...)

I felt incredibly alone while coping with losing you, even while having our family around me. On the days where I felt like I was doing good, I would still find my thoughts preoccupied with you; especially the what could have beens of your life...

And yet, you have brought me closer to God 💛 Your loss made me realize that I need God in my life -- He is the only One who can carry me through the unimaginable. You completely changed me as a person, and especially as a mother -- I recognize how important it is to see your sisters as the gifts that they are.

Today, I am beyond blessed to be pregnant with your baby brother 🙏 God gave me the name Elliot, a variation of your name, so that I will carry you both for the rest of my life ❤️ But also, it is a reminder of how great our Father is. I give glory to Him for allowing me to be your mother every day, and I am eternally grateful to you for helping me find God 💛

(Our beautiful son, Elliot 💙)

I love you, Elijah... May the Lord continue to keep you safe in the embrace of His wings. Until we meet again 🪽...

Fiction story /Federico in the Kitchen (Eng/Esp)

popurri — Fri, 02 Oct 2026 21:57:48 GMT

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The house is silent, the quiet broken only by the steady hum of the refrigerator’s motor. A young man has climbed in through a window, walks through the living room, and heads up the stairs toward the bedrooms. Today is Sunday, and the residents have gone to church and won’t be back for at least an hour.

The bedroom door is open. A large mahogany bed, with two nightstands on either side. A dressing table with drawers and a large mirror. The man lifts the mattress and finds a yellow envelope. He takes it out and pulls out a property deed. A satisfied smile signals that everything has gone according to plan.

He goes downstairs, glances at the wall clock, decides he still has time, and walks to the kitchen. He opens the fridge and takes out some cheese and ham to make himself a sandwich. He’s very hungry, and as he eats it sitting at the kitchen table, he hears some shouting.

"Manuel, what are you doing, Manuel?"

The voice interrupts the bite he was about to take.

“Federico!” he exclaims in surprise.

“Manuel, Manuel, what are you doing?”

A fat parrot with green feathers and a yellow head is peering at him with one eye, its head tilted to one side, while it sways back and forth on a perch held in place by two holes in the wall.

“You old parrot, shut your mouth.”

“Manuel, Manuel.”

"You're not going to rat me out, you little rascal," says Manuel—who is a tall, slender young man—as he grabs the broom to scare the parrot away.

Federico flutters higher up while continuing to scream, and, as Manuel keeps swatting at him with the broom, he has to fly out into the courtyard that opens onto the back street.

Just then, voices are heard outside the house.

They’re already coming; that parrot made me waste my time.

Manuel cleans up the mess he made in the kitchen, runs to the window in the hallway, and slips out that way. Nervous about everything that happened, he arrives home, where his father is waiting for him at the door.

"Did you bring the documents?"

"Yes, Dad, here they are, but there’s a problem."

"What’s the problem?"

"Someone saw me inside the house."

"But who saw you? I told you to be careful and look around before going in and out.

"Federico saw me"

"Who’s Federico?"

:My grandma’s parrot."

Hahaha—Manuel’s dad’s laughter echoed down the entire block.

"And you think the parrot is going to talk and give you away? You silly boy, don’t you know that parrots just repeat what they hear over and over again?"

"Come on, give me those papers, and if you want, go find the parrot and see if you can bribe it with a bowl of sunflower seeds." And laughing at his own joke, he went inside.

Manuel fell deep in thought and decided to stay calm; his dad was right—what could the parrot do? And maybe a cat had eaten it and it wouldn’t be coming back home, although that last thought made him sad, because his grandmother loved Federico very much.

A few days later, Aunt Margot called Manuel and asked him to stop by the house; she needed to talk to him about something important.

Manuel was very nervous and felt guilty for having stolen the documents, even though his dad had assured him that the farm was an inheritance left to him by his father, but that his sister refused to hand it over.

He decided it was best not to say anything to his dad and went to his aunt’s house.

“We want to talk to you about some papers that have gone missing from the house—papers my brother wanted to take from me.”

“I don’t know anything about that, Auntie.” Manuel could feel beads of sweat running down his back.

"Someone broke into the house on Sunday while we were at church. I know because there’s a witness."

Manuel didn’t know what to say; in his mind was the image of Federico shouting his name. But that wasn’t proof of anything. It was just a talking parrot, he thought. Still, that didn’t put his mind at ease.

“I didn’t do anything!.” His voice trembled, and he couldn’t help it.

“Let’s go to the kitchen, Manuel.” Grandma grabbed him by the arm and tried to lead him there, but Manuel pulled away. But his nerves got the better of him, and he began to speak.

"I didn't want to do it; it was my father who ordered me to. He told me that my grandfather had left that farm to him. But Federico saw me when I went into the kitchen, recognized me, and started shouting my name. Please forgive me! Don't call the police.!"

Both women were taken aback by Manuel’s statement.

“Come on, don’t be like that,” his grandmother said in a softer voice, trying to calm him down. She took him by the arm again, and this time he didn’t resist.

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An Ode to Autumn

litguru — Fri, 02 Oct 2026 22:14:45 GMT

Dashes of yellow, orange, red
Green undertones and earthy browns
Gray pastels turn to rain
In light of diminishing returns
That softer hues veil the end of day
When dusk embraces night in play.

The lanterns flicker in the forest dark
That light the fairy glades;
Gnomes and nymphs gather for a festive season.
Apple cider warm and pumpkin pies for good measure- they brought garlands for a reason
Stories told and sung in vexing verses
The sound so sweet and muddled
On the twisted tongues
Like silver tinkling bells
That ring announcing harvest rites
To gather once again and dance
Share the bounty of the land
With smiles, hugs, and kisses.

The poppies glowing red in remembrance
Of those who did not attend the feast;
For they sailed over the sea one day
So that gnomes and nymphs may live in peace.

In the night the fires flicker
And keep at bay the ghosts and ghouls,
Who trick or treat in frosty shadows
With moonlit damsels wearing masks
Summoning ethereal spirits
To haunt the grounds of the realm
Howling in the meadows.

Clouds parting in the mountain mist,
With bluer skies revealed
Where eagles swiftly glide
-Keenly keep an eye-
From brilliant distant skies
A bear that’s balanced on the log below
As frisky salmon hop
For a moment remain still
Around him
In the swiftly flowing stream.

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The Funniest Thing I Believed as a Kid

ekads — Fri, 02 Oct 2026 23:23:57 GMT

As children, many things told to us by our elders sounded perfectly logical, yet as we grew up, we realized they made no sense at all—especially the prohibitions.

When we were little, we implicitly trusted what our parents said. We would simply obey their orders and heed their warnings. Strangely enough, when we tell those same things to children today, they immediately push back with arguments of their own—or simply ignore the prohibitions entirely.

In Bali, there are many amusing childhood beliefs; what I’d like to share now are a few taboos regarding mealtime.

While eating, elders would always tell us to stay seated. I still remember what my grandmother used to say when I was little:

“Eka, don’t eat while standing up!”

“If you do, all the food you eat will go straight down to your legs and make them swell up.”

As a young child, I would immediately sit back down and continue eating.

Do you know what I imagined back then?

I pictured the rice I was eating sliding straight down to my legs without ever stopping in my stomach. Over time, my legs would grow massive, like a giant’s legs, while the rest of my body remained small as usual.

Hahaha... It was truly ridiculous.

Another mealtime taboo was: “Finish all your food, or else a black chicken will die.”

The elders would always say this whenever we were eating—especially if one of us wasn't finishing our meal. Upon hearing that, we would quickly get back to finishing our food.

I only realized how ridiculous that prohibition was once I started school. I remember a natural science lesson about the digestive system, where I learned that the food we eat is actually digested within the digestive tract. That was when I realized it was impossible for food entering the mouth to go straight to the feet.

The same went for the warning that a black chicken would die if we didn't finish our food. I started to question it when I realized our family didn't even own a black chicken back then. I began to think, "What does it matter if someone else's black chicken dies? After all, we don't have one."

Hahaha...

As time went by, a new thought occurred to me:

"Why would a black chicken die if we didn't finish our food?"

"Wouldn't the pet chickens go hungry if there were no leftovers?"

Yes, those were some of the funny things I believed as a child. Now that I have children of my own, I realize that those old taboos and warnings were simply ways for our elders to teach us better habits.

Instead of giving us logical reasons for why things should be done a certain way, they offered anecdotes.

It is only natural to sit down while eating, right? Yet, some children prefer to play or run around while they eat.

Finishing one's food teaches us to appreciate it and avoid waste—taking only what we need and what we can actually finish.

Unfortunately, when I try to apply the same approach with my own children, they couldn't care less. My three-year-old son is incredibly difficult to keep seated during meals; he insists on playing or wandering around while eating. He’ll even talk back, armed with all sorts of excuses.

What about you? What funny things did you believe as a kid?

Gone Girl: A Look at That Girl We Believed We Knew Well [Film]

chris-chris92 — Fri, 02 Oct 2026 23:58:48 GMT

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There is something particularly disturbing about Gone Girl that has little to do with the fact that Amy Dunne is capable of planning an elaborate disappearance, manipulating everyone around her, and turning her own life into a carefully constructed story. What bothers me more is the possibility behind all of it: what happens when the person you thought you knew extremely well turns out to be someone you never actually knew? That is where David Fincher’s film becomes much more uncomfortable for me. Amy is fascinating as a character because she fits so neatly into the tradition of the female femme fatale: intelligent, controlled, calculating, sexually aware, emotionally manipulative, and apparently several steps ahead of everyone else. But the film is often discussed through the pleasure of watching her scheme, and I think that leaves something more disturbing slightly out of focus. The real nightmare is not simply that Amy is capable of doing these things. It is that someone like Amy could exist in your life while you remain completely convinced that you understand her.

What makes Amy so frightening is not her intelligence by itself. Plenty of fictional characters are intelligent. It is her ability to understand how other people perceive her and then deliberately construct herself around those expectations. She knows what a wife is supposed to look like, what a victim is supposed to sound like, what the public wants from a missing woman, and what the police expect from a grieving husband. She does not merely lie. She understands the structure of belief. That distinction matters to me because it moves the character beyond the usual “crazy woman” interpretation, which I find far too easy. Amy is not frightening because she is emotional or unstable. She is frightening because she can remain emotionally controlled while other people are reacting to the situation she designed. The performance is the point. And once that becomes clear, the idea of knowing someone becomes much less comforting.

I also think this is where Rosamund Pike’s performance becomes so important, because she makes Amy convincing in both directions. We see the woman everyone believes they know, and then we see the woman behind that construction. The unsettling part is that neither version feels completely fake. Amy has genuinely experienced disappointment, resentment, humiliation, boredom and anger. Her feelings are not necessarily invented. What she does with them is what becomes terrifying. That is psychologically more interesting to me than simply watching a villain execute an elaborate plan. I can understand why someone might feel betrayed by a marriage, frustrated by expectations, or furious about losing control of their own narrative. I cannot accept what Amy chooses to do with those feelings, but I do not need to reduce her to a monster in order to understand why she is dangerous. That is precisely what makes her so uncomfortable. She remains recognizably human while making choices that can become devastating for another person.

Fincher understands this distinction extremely well. He does not need to make Gone Girl into a conventional horror film because the horror is already contained in the relationships, the media spectacle, the marriage and the uncertainty surrounding perception. Nick is not simply fighting to prove his innocence. He is fighting against a version of himself that other people have already accepted. Amy understands that once a story becomes convincing enough, facts become secondary. That idea is one of the film’s sharpest elements, but what stays with me is the domestic dimension of it. Imagine discovering that the person beside you, the person whose habits you recognize, whose voice you know, whose routines you have shared for years, has been capable of constructing an entirely different reality without you noticing. At that point, disappointment is almost irrelevant. The problem becomes fear. You are no longer asking whether you love this person. You are asking whether you ever knew who you were living with.

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WORDS WITH WEIGHT ___2ND OCTOBER

anastaciaa — Sat, 03 Oct 2026 01:52:18 GMT

Swearing isn't big or clever...... but it is easy.

It is easy to throw a bad word when angry. Easy to curse when frustrrated. Easy to hide behinnd noise instead of sayying what really hurrts.

Being big and clever is hard.......

Big is staying respectfull when disrespecteed. Clever is findingg a word that healls instead of a word that wounnds.

Swear words get attention for one second. Then what? The air becomes heavier. The problem is still there. Nothing is solved.

But a calm word? A kind word? That changes rooms. That changes minds. That is real power.

Some people swear to look fearless....... But fearless peopplee do not need to prove anyything. Their confiddence is quiet.

Some people swear to look grown. But grown people know words have weight. They know language can build a bridge or burn it.

Swearing isn't big or clever...... It is just loud.

What is big and clever is grace under pressure. Control over tongue. Peace over pride.

Let others shout. Choose to speak.

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[카일의 일상#919] 빨래가 잘 마르는 계절

3 October 2026, Freewriters Community Daily Writing Prompt Day 3245:: prince of lies

Welcome to the #DailyPrompt by the @daily.prompt, your daily writing prompt from the @Freewritehouse, and the Freewriters Community!

Today's #DailyPrompt is

prince of lies

NO plagiarism, NO AI-generated stories

The problem with clichés.

Concurso. Observa Piensa Escribe.

Nuevo concurso: semana del 0210-2026 hasta 0910-2026

El contenido de tu publicación debe ser original, NO SE TOLERARÁ NINGÚN PLAGIO, NI CONTENIDO IA. ningún texto generado por IA. las publicaciones serán chequeadas con esta aplicación. https://copyleaks.com/ai-content-detector

Ganadores:

Resultados del sorteo

Serán seleccionados 4 ganadores, cada ganador recibirá (0.100 hive)…

Serán seleccionados 4 ganadores, cada ganador recibirá (100 token Hueso)…

Todas las publicaciones que cumplan las reglas. Recibirán token hueso…

Ahora te invito a visitar el proyecto DRIP - WITNESS NODE - BPUD

Infant Loss Awareness Month: Remembering Our Son

To our precious baby boy Elijah, our first son...

I love you, Elijah... May the Lord continue to keep you safe in the embrace of His wings. Until we meet again 🪽...

Fiction story /Federico in the Kitchen (Eng/Esp)

An Ode to Autumn

The Funniest Thing I Believed as a Kid

Gone Girl: A Look at That Girl We Believed We Knew Well [Film]

WORDS WITH WEIGHT ___2ND OCTOBER