Challenge
Floated Away
I couldn’t tell you the first thing I wrote, because I was too young to remember, but one of the first projects I remember writing, was my own story called “Floated Away”. I think I was about seven or eight when I wrote this, back in the late 90’s or early 2000’s. I don’t know why I wrote it, but I do remember putting it all together.
By Elizabeth Butler10 months ago in Writers
The Chronicles of a Dreamer's Heart
As I gaze back into the recesses of memory, I find myself transported to a time when words were like undiscovered constellations, waiting for me to weave them into stories that danced with the fervor of a child's imagination. The first piece I ever wrote, an innocent composition etched onto the pages of an old spiral-bound notebook, was titled "The Chronicles of a Dreamer's Heart." It was an amateur attempt at a short story, a tale woven from the threads of my youthful aspirations and untamed creativity.
By Crystal McDaniel10 months ago in Writers
Whispers of Hope
Evelyn had always believed that life was a tapestry woven with love, laughter, and unforgettable moments. But when her husband, James, was tragically taken away from her in a car accident, her world shattered into a million pieces. Grief became her constant companion, a heavy fog that obscured the beauty of the world around her.
By Mentor okafor10 months ago in Writers
I Love to Write Day – November 15th
I love to write day is today. So, it is no secret that I enjoy writing based on all the articles I have written on a regular basis. Though I enjoy creating stories through my blog and for other clients; the truth is I’m never going to write the greatest American novel.
By Lynne Black10 months ago in Writers
Play That Funky Music
The door to the Situation Room in the White House opened and two Secret Servant agents escorted the President to his seat at the conference table. Already seated were the Cabinet Secretaries and their underlings. All eyes were on the leader of the free world as he settled into his chair and gathered his notes.
By Barron M Broomfield10 months ago in Writers
Parallels, who can see it see.
Strangely accurately, our present reality was mirrored to me today from that lovely animated movie, Wall-E. How organisms originally created with a specific purpose, in the case of the film, machinery, discover a much broader reality and begin seeking what's missing. Because they know that there's so much more in the world than what has been programmed into them.
By Elle Vihman10 months ago in Writers
"Signs, Messages, and Channelings"
"VENUS RETROGRADE (October to mid-November). A period that, according to the knowledgeable, occurs in cycles every 18 months. Calculating from this, the time of the last period can be determined, which began in March 2017 and lasted until April.
By Elle Vihman10 months ago in Writers
The Nashashi and the Evil Terrible Suroknoshnin!
In the sixth grade, I went with my family to see a new fantasy movie recently released in theaters. We sat down in the semi-comfortable chairs at my small-town theater. This was back in the day before reserved seats and my mother was always adamant on showing up at least half an hour early to the movies. Then the movie began. Trailers came and went, but no advertisements, this was before even those days, and soon the production studios' titles were flashing their logos while a sweeping orchestra set the mood with ominous music.
By Christopher Michael10 months ago in Writers
"The Evil Hairnet"
It all started with “The Evil Hairnet.” I have no idea where this story ended up, or if it even exists anymore, but I will always credit “The Evil Hairnet” as being my first piece of fiction and the beginning of my complicated relationship with the craft of writing.
By Kurt Mason11 months ago in Writers
The Dead Planet
I was at school and only seven years old when I wrote this story, my first ‘essay’ at school, after having just learned the alphabet and how to read and write. I even did my own artwork cover. It was a red planet in a starry night sky. At that age, I don’t even know how I was aware of space and other planets. Perhaps a teacher spoke of our constellation, I know we had lessons in later classes, but I don’t remember lessons on space at or before seven years of age. Perhaps I’d seen comic books, maybe I heard other people speak of the planets. The teacher was impressed and put my book on show in the main foyer. It went missing while on display, and I don’t remember every word that I wrote at the time, but I remember the story, so I am now attempting to write about The Dead Planet once more…
By TANIKA SMITH WHEATLEY11 months ago in Writers