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ECHOES IN MY MIND. Top Story - November 2024.
ECHOES IN MY MIND My sack is empty Even as a child, while my mother and grandmother encouraged me to write, I often wondered what made my brain work the way it did. There were many people my age who couldn’t put two words together and make them rhyme, and yet, I never had that problem.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Confessions
Dear Reviewers. Top Story - November 2024.
Dear Reviewers, Yes my dear reviewers, I realized that I may be technically cheating for this challenge, since I am writing a letter for more than one person, not just one. But the rules for the challenge never said I couldn’t write to more than one person, so here we go.
By Rebecca Patton2 years ago in Humans
Of Elves and Dragons. Top Story - November 2024.
Chapter One, A Beginning The river ran backwards the day the Queen vanished. The oceans fed by the river turned red. The seven suns of Nardor fell from the sky, leaving the seven kingdoms under a dark, never-ending night. Spring flowers wilted. Ancient trees burst into flames. Dragons woke from their graves. Mountains crumbled. Cities washed away in flood waters that surged from diurnal tides. White magic disappeared. Tentacles of dark sorcery stretched a sinister blackness into the lands. Seals placed on the Temple of Aragon were broken. And an ancient prophecy was begun when a pair of Druid eyes opened for the first time in a thousand years deep within the temple's depths.
By The Invisible Writer2 years ago in Fiction
Take Your Time. Top Story - November 2024.
Dear M.K.: I am grateful for your extraordinary patience with my anxious questions and my hypochondriacal silliness. As you know only too well, I am not in good health, and my mind is troubled by that fact and a number of other, unfortunate states of affairs. You have not dismissed me as an afflicted crank, despite my embarrassing hysterics. Many in your position would have done so, and the fact that you managed to hang in there means a great deal. If nothing else, someone I respect takes some of my concerns seriously.
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Humans
Shame, Guilt, and Self-Criticism. Top Story - November 2024.
You are a Badass Deck, by Jen Sincero — It’s time to get mighty clear about what makes you happy and what makes you feel the most alive, and then create it instead of pretending you can’t have it. The cards in this deck were created from a book You Are a Badass: How to Stop Doubting Your Greatness and Start Living an Awesome Life.
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Writers
Life is a gift...accept it. Top Story - November 2024.
In the dark dungeon of the five wizards, King Donn stood waiting for the advice of the skeletal quintuple magicians as they brewed their potions. He had consulted them to ascertain his luck on the upcoming merger with the Kingdom of Fyre.
By Antoni De'Leon2 years ago in Fiction
Dear Isabel. Runner-Up in Letters of Gratitude Challenge. Top Story - November 2024.
Dear Mom, I know you’ll never read this letter, and if I were to read it aloud to you, I know you wouldn’t understand it. So I write this as yet one more way to soothe my mental health.
By Rick Henry Christopher 2 years ago in Humans
Winter is Coming. Top Story - November 2024.
Oh, god, it's here already. I freeze in place at the sight before me. In this liminal space - white desensitized walls rising high above while semi-organized lines of sheep part around my frozen corpse - I am but a single flake of ice in this storm.
By Amanda Starks2 years ago in Fiction
A Veil of Water. Runner-Up in Fantasy Prologue II Challenge. Top Story - November 2024.
The river ran backward on the day the Queen vanished. For almost a week, headwater springs funneled tiny creeks back into the ground. Waterfalls shot upward like fountains. The wide delta at the mouth pulled salty brine up the channel and into the farmland furrows. This was to be expected. The Queen had been teaching the river for years, coaxing it along irrigation ditches and showing it new, secret flowpaths where it could spill over banks to fill secluded glens bedecked with fog and fireflies or marshes full of syncopated frog song. Like any pet, well-trained and faithful, it had loved her unquestioningly. When she left, the reverse flow was an attempt to pull back time- a deep, keening inhalation of boundless, immortal grief.
By Penny Fuller2 years ago in Fiction
Brain Rot. Top Story - November 2024.
Laughter echoed through the glass walls and ricocheted like a bullet down the smooth hallway. She was laughing for no good reason and the techs knew as much. It was just another daydream of slitting her throat and spilling all those warm red secrets across the floor.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Fiction
