Dogs Are The Best People
Death is weird. That may be a heinous oversimplification, but it's the best I can come up with when I try to describe what comes to mind when I consider the intricacies of death.
This Stay-at-Home Mother Needs her Fantasy Romance Novels, OK?
People read for so many reasons; I read for many reasons—To learn, for fun, under duress… but mostly, I read to escape. Escapism has been my coping method of choice for as long as I can remember. Be it film, television, music or books, I always found ways to ensure my mind was absorbed in anything other than reality. If none of those sufficed, I’d slip into the depths of my imagination and make something up.
"This is the worst one yet..." Heather thought to herself as she looked around the cheesy cowboy-themed bar he had chosen for their date.
- Second Place in SFS 7: Long Thaw
Anyone who says drowning is a peaceful way to die has obviously never drowned. And it's never happened after falling through the thin ice of a frozen pond. There's nothing peaceful about the water hitting you like a thousand needles, piercing your skin repeatedly like rapid fire until the sting becomes an incessant burn.
I Never Considered Myself a Storyteller
For a girl who spends most of her time dwelling on completely unrealistic and made up scenarios in her head, it may seem odd to say that I never considered writing fiction.
For What Ails You
Ava stared blankly at the single green light that flashed in a steady rhythm on the bedside clock. 3:45 am. "Better than 1 am," she thought to herself as she adjusted her position, removing the weight of the heavy arm that was draped over her waist. Once free, she gently got up from the bed, careful not to wake her partner, snoring soundly beside her.
Broken Hearts & A Brand New Start
"Breathe, Sophie,... In and out... One... two... three..." Sophie was a bundle of nerves as she attempted to steady her trembling hands enough to apply her make-up. It had been three days since the suspicious package wrapped in brown paper had been mysteriously left on her doorstep. She'd have been in less of a state right now if it hadn't taken her two days to work up the courage to open it.
A Prompt for Peace
Every person on this platform is a writer. We love writing. Most of us could easily sit here and tell you all about how writing brings us inner peace, and we'd all be right.