Leap Into Ink With Me
Hobbies, everyone has them. Some knit, some skydive. Some crave relaxation, inner peace and understanding, some adventure. I have a hobby that gives me both.
Becky ArthursPublished 3 days ago in Humans
For Better or For Worse
My parents are celebrating their 70th wedding anniversary this month! There are not very many statistics on how many couples reach their 70th wedding anniversary but it seems clear, not very many do. At eighteen years old, my mother looked at my dad and made him the happiest man on earth by saying, I do.
MaryRose DentonPublished 5 days ago in Humans
Escape To The Imagination Island
Disconnection has always meant connecting with an intangible space, another realm that exists not in but above my head. It’s not heaven, its more like a life that could have been, or once was. I can’t touch it but I can see it, distinctly For me, disconnection is inner peace, it is the quiet that I crave during the insanity of the day. I get there by writing my sentences and scavenging for old photographs and piecing them together in a book that probably won't translate much meaning to anyone else.
Alyssia BalbiPublished 23 days ago in Humans
Like Elliot
We used to go out there all the time: Elliot and I. Elliot was goofy but good. Really good. We were both goofy, together. Always together. So much so, that our families used to joke that we saw each other more than our parents, even though we lived under different roofs. They were right though, I did spend more time with Elliot than them. He was my childhood. They joked to cope with their guilt in being absent...all four of ’em.
Never Stopped Giving
My mother read me all kinds of bed time stories growing up. Ones with Princes and Princesses most likely from Disney books and others such as “Little Critters,” “ No, David”and “Madeline” and so many others. The one bed time story that stood out to me the most out of all the others, was the one that brought tears to my eyes and still manages to at least make them watery to this day. “The Giving Tree” written and illustrated by Shel Silverstein is a picture book story about a boy and his relationship/friendship with a tree as he grows from little boy to elderly man, written and structured for children. The Book was published on October 7, 1964 and the story is considered by, if not all, many as a sad story that is able to capture messages that can be interpreted in many ways. Such a story felt too so sad for publishers to categorize the book as a children’s story and it almost did not publish due its simple written form yet honest slice of life. However, thanks to and published by Ursula Nordstrom, this book was able to go on shelves. A decision that would impact all readers of all ages.
Mike n NessaPublished 25 days ago in Humans
The Lion, The Witch And The Giving Tree
Introduced to the world of books by a mother who was an insatiable reader, I had never felt reluctant in choosing books over anything else.
The Colour of Closed Eyes
It was a collage of human bodies vibrantly dancing in a mist of colour—colours I never could have fathomed with the limitations of my previous human retina.
- First Place in Social Shock Challenge
Dr Pepper and Me
I’ve got more in common with Dr Pepper than one would expect. For context, I’m a 20-year-old first-generation queer Canadian-Pakistani woman. That may not say a lot about how or why I identify with a popular soda I’ve never even tried, but maybe this story will enlighten you.
Dating: Do's & Don'ts
Dating is complicated. So we simplified it for you. What to do and what not to do - the Dating edition.
Online Dating
Match.com, Tinder, JDate, and beyond. Welcome to the world wide web of dating. Are you ready to sign up?
Second Chance at Love
From breaking up after 3 years to divorcing after 50; we're here to tell you that you can love again.
Warring Halves
Part I: A troubling conflict It was always a conflict. One that I think will last until I die. It’s funny how one can want to create so badly and be terrified of it at the same time, so full of dread even. It took me years, more than a decade, to overcome such simple and innocent ideas as writing a short story or composing a song.
Clemence MaurerPublished about 9 hours ago in Humans
The Paths We Take
As we were all told more and more last year to stay in, I went out. Over the past year I have found solace in the most basic and ancient of human activities. I work at a creative job, writing and directing commercials and web videos, I take acting classes, and write as many personal projects as I can in the time that I have. Because of all this, I welcome any activity that gets me out of my head and into my senses, moving my body and observing the natural world. Over these last twelve months, I have developed a formidable walking habit. I take walking breaks like smoke breaks now. At my job, I’ll slip out for a fifteen minute jaunt down to the river after lunch, or I might even stop the car for a stroll through the park in my neighborhood on the way home.
Andrew BellacomoPublished about 9 hours ago in Humans
Farming The Ocean Floor
Have you ever cried while writing? It is very similar to having a shock wave of emotion crash into you while meditating. After the crash, it is full-blown release. Relief.
Hala NumanPublished about 10 hours ago in Humans
And so the Story goes...
In this dynamic, often chaotic world, over seven billion living souls share one undeniable bond: We are individually different and collectively human.
Lori MeltonPublished about 10 hours ago in Humans
A Brief Escape
The window - self-capture I lost my grip, the pace of the world around me drastically lost its motion and my eye lids half drawn, the back of my neck tightened with a sudden cold drop of sweat, heart dissolved into my stomach and suddenly every muscle in my body clenched and I dropped my hands to brace myself as the solid ground pulled me towards it.
Thank You For The Music
Music has been a special part of my life for as long as I could remember. It’s hard to trace back to how and when the love of music snuck up on me, but before I knew it, it had already been long in place. It could have been during one of my last days in kindergarten, when I was almost 6 years old. I was running around with my friends in the courtyard during recess, when suddenly the PA system started playing a popular children song in Vietnam at the time: “Goodbye, my beloved doll”. The melody in A minor key longingly accompanied the lyrics:
An Open Conversation with My Dear W.I.P. (Work In Progress)
I’m sorry, I know you’re waiting. Its just - the blank page terrifies me more than ever now. I can't help but picture all the people I want to show you too, and all the likes I would like to get.
Sooji FyrdPublished about 10 hours ago in Humans
Fighting depression
The year was 2006 and I was in grade seven. I was a passionate Sports person and sports was my life. I used to devote huge portion of my life to active sports. Then sports career came crashing down when I met with an accident. I had to quit sports completely. It was one of the most frustrating times. I needed a hobby desperately. My elder sister was in art crafts. I hated my sister and I hated arts and crafts. Frustration compelled me to take my sister's brush and I gradually developed a liking for arts and crafts. I wasn't so bad considering that I just started drawing.
abhidipta mallikPublished about 10 hours ago in Humans
Creators We’re Loving
The creative faces behind your favorite stories.
Vanessa Wilson
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Jay Cordero
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Annabella
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Rachel Paris Wimer
2 published stories
Michelle Elizabeth
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Isabel Crabtree Parker
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E.B. Johnson
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Lily Nielsen
2 published stories
Emily Cummings
1 published story
Dani Banani
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Flora
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