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Emmitt Owens

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  • Calibrating Creativity

    Ethical Echoes: #4 Grease-stained fingers danced across the keyboard at midnight, translating the complex machinery of Ethan’s mind into words. By day, he diagnosed engines with intuitive precision; by night, he repaired his own restless thoughts through storytelling. His ADHD had always made his mind race—thoughts firing like pistons—but writing channeled that energy into vivid Read more

  • Playing the Listeners

    Ethical Echoes: #8 Jason found a tiny black box under his car’s wheel. It was a bug from his job, made to spy on him. But Jason didn’t get mad – he got even. Every day, he played his metal music backwards in his car. The loud songs by bands like Marilyn Manson sounded like Read more

  • Noodles & Notebooks

    Ethical Echoes: #6 In his messy “writing space” (actually his mom’s garage), Dave Smith held his cheap pen (which he called “a gift from the muse”) and glared at his pile of rejected stories as if they were out to get him. “I used to send my work to publishers—fools who can’t grasp my style,” Read more

  • The Echo Chamber of Pride

    Ethical Echoes: #5 Jake slammed his hard hat onto the makeshift break table, drawing stares from across the construction site as he launched into his speech. “Listen up, because I’m only saying this once,” he announced, his voice echoing through the steel beams of the half-finished high-rise. “I’ve given support to people who didn’t reciprocate. Read more

  • Soundproofed Ego: The Spare Room Sessions

    Ethical Echoes: #7 In the cramped confines of his spare bedroom studio, Maxwell “Magnifi-Max” Jenkins hunched over his mixing board, convinced the world was merely days away from recognizing his undiscovered genius. The walls, plastered with unsold promotional posters of himself striking philosophical poses, vibrated as he recorded yet another eight-minute verse about the profound Read more

  • The Roundabout Bee

    Ethical Echoes: #3 In the quiet suburb of Meadowbrook, there lived a peculiar fellow named Arthur who, when asked direct questions about his whereabouts the previous evening, would invariably embark on lengthy, winding narratives about the weather patterns affecting his garden, or perhaps mention his cousin’s friend who once worked at a restaurant that might Read more

  • Squire the Chicken

    Ethical Echoes: #2 The farmyard knew Squire as the chicken who never quite said what he meant. When foxes prowled nearby, instead of sounding a clear alarm, he’d casually mention how lovely the henhouse looked that evening and perhaps everyone should admire it from inside. During feeding disputes, rather than confronting the greedy rooster, Squire Read more

  • Secrecy Signals Theft

    Creative reluctance can reveal deeper insecurities. Those who obsessively guard their work against plagiarism concerns might actually be projecting their own relationship with originality. In my opinion, this extreme secrecy often suggests they themselves may be plagiarizing someone else’s work and fear discovery through exposure. Authentic creators typically understand that sharing enables growth, feedback, and Read more

  • The Facebook Prophet

    Ethical Echoes: #1 Gary couldn’t understand why his Facebook friend count kept dwindling despite his constant stream of political memes and lengthy personal rants. “They just can’t handle authentic discourse,” he muttered while crafting another caps-lock tirade about society’s decline, never pausing to consider his posts might be divisive, poorly researched, or simply exhausting to Read more

  • The Mall Incident

           “Thoshe peepuh who fink they’re famoush,” Logan mumbled through a mouthful of half-chewed fries, bits of potato flying across the table with each syllable, “buh only haff four frensh.” He continued chewing open-mouthed, a glob of ketchup sliding down his chin unnoticed as he gestured emphatically with another fry clutched between greasy fingers.     “What?” Read more