Challenge
Mystery in 650 Words
ViM's February Prompt is here! For February, ViM wants you to write a mystery. But not just any mystery, a mystery that is EXACTLY 650 words long! No more, no less! It can be about any mystery subject as long as it meets the word limit. Post to either the Fiction OR Criminal Communities. When done, comment with the link below so everyone can read your entry!
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Writers
How AI Audit Services Drive Responsible Innovation. AI-Generated.
AI is a powerful tool for innovation, but with great power comes great responsibility. As businesses adopt AI to transform operations, it’s critical to ensure that innovation is done responsibly. This is where AI Audit Services play a vital role.
By GlobalNodes2 years ago in Writers
Words From Our Past Challenge
Absolutely Unofficial Vocal Challenge - For the fun of building community! You've pounded away on your keyboard and poured your heart and soul into your story. You gave it a title and a subtitle and found the most amazing picture to showcase your words. Days go by, but you didn't get any reads on your story.
By KA Stefana 2 years ago in Writers
Unofficial Vocal Challenges: February 2025
Introduction This is simply a list of unofficial Vocal challenges that will grow throughout the month as I find them, so obviously, when this is first published it will be short. Feel free to add yours in the comments and I will add it to the main list.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Writers
Change
It comes with utter dismay and disappointment that a man known to be so prejudiced against the existence and nature of the minorities in this country would win re-election partially because of the help of the Mexican-Americans spread across the country. More shocking is the fact that counties harboring large numbers of both legal and illegal Mexican migrants became red counties including my home county: Orange County. It sickens me to think that my own people don’t stand behind me. Of course, I am incredibly grateful for the ones that do. I understand how important it is to have allyship during these hard times, and I know how lucky I am to reside in California, a place to until now has been a safe haven and a relative place of luxury compared to the places in which people like me end up. I am not as afraid of what the future holds as I was when I was much younger, because I am seasoned illegal now.
By E. Plancarte2 years ago in Writers
Paint
The world spins on my palm. I faze in and out of it, and my thinking becomes too surreal for even myself to fathom. I am, and am not. I exist, then I don’t. At 24, I always wondered if I’d have my own place. No, I wishfully believed I would. Neglecting the reality of the economy and my legal status. I thought everything would fix itself. It’s hard to balance the thoughts of an infinite universe, with the limited implications of who you are at the moment in time in which you exist. It’s hard to be you, and still want to be someone else, someone better. I always wondered if I was wrong for living in such an elusive future for so long. I dreamt, as if my dreaming had merit. As if it were the merit. Dreaming is not the ticket to having the life you want, especially if the life you want doesn’t quite exist. Dreaming is a tool, and it can help you forge your plans, but it can never be enough. Disgracefully, for many people in my socio-political situation, dreaming is quite literally most of everything that I have. I use my dreams to build upon my already existing reality, and I see myself as much more special than I actually am. Sometimes I think that this is good for my self-esteem. Sometimes it feels like it’s to my detriment. I have not tried enough to fail enough to know myself enough, but I have failed to try enough, and that can tell some of the worst things about you. When you are dreaming you want to believe that you are capable of your wildest dreams. In a way you are, it’s just that the world doesn’t depend on you. When you are young, you dream like an architect. You get older, and start dreaming like a painter. I’ve reached 24, and I want to be a graffiti artist. Not the generic artists that tag their artist names on buildings that aren’t there in the same font I can find on my google docs. I mean I want to paint weirdly, on top of things, on the side. I want to add to the life I’m living. Small drops of color as I pass by. I might paint a flower. I might paint a mural. It all depends on the time I have. But what’s important is that I try to paint, as much, as often as possible. I want my life to mean something more. A smidge. A moment. Effort. In every moment of my life that I feel that I am drowning, may I not sink in one scene, May it take various. May I die moving. May I die like the wind. May the fickle drops of paint sit on top of me like moments of emotions waiting to burst. And may they burst.
By E. Plancarte2 years ago in Writers
Results of the unofficial January prompt "What would you do with $280.000".
Thank you so much Lovely Tiffany, you are a Queen in our eyes!!! I must confess that when I tried to compose this result article, my brain completely shut down. It has been a rough week. So I had to enlist the whimsical mind of Mz Tiffy again to find the right words.
By Antoni De'Leon2 years ago in Writers
