Challenge
Vocal post: legit or scam? help
Edited since posting: looks like it's happening to everyone?? I received the following comment on one of my stories, I recently got a new debit card and didn't think anything of updating my information but at the end it asked for an exact amount in my account which seems super weird! I did not enter that information nor submit the form but I'd proved ALL other card information already and now I'm quite worried I fell for a scam, if anyone knows if this is in fact legit please let me know
By Jessica McGlaughlinabout 3 hours ago in Writers
Brood Parasite
This story has been sitting in my drafts for over three years and I never had time to develop or write it. It is based on a couple I know in real life and the story is extremely complicated and sad. So I will probably never finish it. But I'm grateful for the challenge where I can steal its beginning, and apply it to the life of reed warblers whose nests are often invaded by cuckoos, the most famous brood parasites in the bird world.
By Lana V Lynxabout 21 hours ago in Writers
The Back-Pack
I always wanted to be beautiful. My partner told me I was, but I didn’t want to be beautiful only like that. I wanted to be the type of beautiful that stops a stranger mid-step, turns him around and makes him run after me. They do that now. That’s why I hide in the trees.
By Marlena Guzowskiabout 21 hours ago in Writers
The Sharpest One
Kelsey's kitchen is wildly unfamiliar, but apparently we're old pals, because I'm setting the table with a stack of mismatched plates while guests chatter in the living room. Tapestries drape the long planks, almost touching the seats of chairs that almost match.
By Nicky Franklyabout 21 hours ago in Writers
The Disappointment Room
a/n: The characters and the world they inhabit in the piece below are from a novel I've attempted to write on and off since 2008 (!). I never ended up publishing the rough draft or did anything with it, but the characters have always stayed in my head and a couple of them spun their own stories in my brain, outside of what I'd originally written for them. This takes place long before the story I wrote, and is my imagining of how two of them - Vagran, a king's eldest, sickly son and Elnore, the bastard daughter of the same king, met. In the original work I allude to these two characters having been friends as children (though their adult relationship is a little more complex and bitter) and I always wanted to imagine that first moment of meeting. This challenge gave me the perfect opportunity to do so!
By Raistlin Allenabout 21 hours ago in Writers
The Coming of a Thousand Leaves
Stirring winds carry lies to an immovable village, wide as the stars in the Big Dipper above. There spins a cyclone. I see it swirling in revenge, whipping up the garments, the tresses; I see it slice the skin with wicked dust. It trails ever stronger, it speaks in fragments like a dying fowl.
By Mackenzie Davisabout 21 hours ago in Writers
The Splendor of a Mortal Dream
The majesty of life is a grand, beautiful madness, a brief passage through eternity in which we are granted the impossible privilege of looking upon the stars and wondering why we were ever given the gift of existence. I have often thought the greatest sorrow of being alive is knowing how deeply one can love a world that must someday be surrendered. We enter this life with hearts capable of extraordinary tenderness, only to discover that every beautiful thing is touched by time. Still, we love with a desperation that defies mortality, knowing full well that the hands reaching for another will one day fall still, and the voices we would give anything to hear again will survive only in memory.
By Tim Carmichaelabout 22 hours ago in Writers
House of Januarys
Every town has one of those houses – a house that isn’t like any of the others on the rest of the street. It isn’t necessarily the house’s looks that set it apart, either, although that may be part of it. When you pass such a house, you can tell that something’s not quite right there. It may be the spirit of the house itself that’s to blame, or it may be the people who live there. There’s just something about it that causes passers-by to avoid it instinctively.
By Shannon Hilsona day ago in Writers
