Challenge
ThatWriterGirl
How many times have said I love to read, or I love to write? Probably too many to count honestly. I was called a "nerd" when I was in school. I loved to do schoolwork. I loved (and still love actually) anything that had to do with reading or writing. It was a treat when I got to do both! I know. With all that being said, I have been writing for a long time. I say that a lot here too, lol. What was my first piece? Well, which first are we talking about exactly? Do you mean my first poem? Perhaps, we are talking about my first short story. Maybe my first published work. I do suppose though, if either of those things are what was meant, it would have been specifically stated, right? So, my first work ever it is! That really takes me back. I started seriously writing in high school. I mostly wrote poetry then. The poems I would write were all based on my life events and situations. Whatever I was going through or feeling in that moment went into a poem. I saved them all. I have a box that I keep them in. I go back to read them from time to time. It is such a stroll down memory lane. Not all the memories are good though. Some of the poems are painful. Some poems are sad, others are angry. I wish I had dated them all. Only some have a date. Since I wrote them though, I immediately know the situation that was occurring during whatever poem I am reading: break-ups, friend fights, drama from school or work. I have come a long way. When I say that, I mean I have come a long way mentally, physically, emotionally and as a writer.
By Latoya Giles 3 years ago in Writers
Origins. Runner-Up in Writers Challenge.
My first piece? I couldn't remember it off hand, so I dug up my old journals to try and figure it out. What I found was a small poem from my early teen years. I hadn't tried poetry or much of any writing by that time, so I made this one as a challenge to myself to try anyway. I've never received extensive education on proper poetry, and I knew even less at the time of writing it, so that's exactly what I wrote about: what I didn't know.
By Bethany Larson3 years ago in Writers
LIFE AT ITS BEST
You know its a lot of intriguing how you can awaken and simply understand that, ohhh!! its another day. though in similar peculiarities somebody who might be listening awakens and goes like. "woow!!! another day to simply deteriorate." this individuals are from a similar universe and a similar planet called earth, yet they have different persepective on how they really do relate in this the world.
By Andrew McKenzie3 years ago in Writers
Spilling The Beans About The Past
The very first piece of writing I did on Vocal Media was a story about the legendary Robert Johnson, the father of the blues and good old Rock and Roll. The reason I wrote this article was to set the record straight about who invented Rock and Roll due to the fact that Johnson's story resonated with me on personal and professional levels.
By Liam Ireland3 years ago in Writers
BUILDING CHARACTER
“What if I am cursed?” I thought as life seemed to pummel me. I was leaving my apartment complex when I discovered someone had slashed one of my tires. This was after getting in an accident weeks prior. I would be calling into work again as I had just recovered from being sick. Rent was nearly due. I barely had anything to eat. Depression weighed me down.
By Sherman B. Mason3 years ago in Writers
Ink Trails: My Journey from First Grade to Front Page
I remember the very first piece I remember writing. It was a poem about a lost dog. I was in the first grade, and I had just lost my own dog, a little terrier named Sparky. I was so sad, and I wanted to write something to express my feelings. The poem was simple, but it was heartfelt. It talked about how much I missed Sparky, and how I wished he was still with me. I read the poem to my parents, and they were both very touched. They told me that I had a natural talent for writing, and that I should keep it up. I continued to write poems and stories throughout my childhood. I wrote about my friends, my family, and my experiences. I also wrote about things that I was afraid of, or things that I didn't understand. Writing was a way for me to express myself, and to make sense of the world around me. As I got older, my writing style evolved. I started to experiment with different forms and genres. I wrote short stories, essays, and even a few plays. I also started to write about more complex and challenging topics. I think my writing has evolved in three main ways. First, my themes have become more complex. When I was younger, I mostly wrote about simple things like love, loss, and friendship. But as I've gotten older, I've become more interested in exploring deeper themes like identity, culture, and society. Second, my voice has become more confident. When I was younger, I was often afraid to share my true voice. I was afraid of being judged or rejected. But as I've gotten older, I've learned to embrace my voice, and to use it to express myself authentically. Third, my viewpoints have become more nuanced. When I was younger, I was often quick to judge others. But as I've gotten older, I've learned to see the world in more shades of gray. I've learned that there is no one right way to think or feel, and that everyone has their own unique perspective. I'm still learning and growing as a writer, but I'm proud of the progress I've made. I'm grateful for the opportunities I've had to share my writing with others, and I'm excited to see what the future holds. * * * Here are some personal anecdotes and examples that illustrate my growth as a writer: * When I was in high school, I wrote a short story about a young woman who was struggling with her identity. The story was inspired by my own experiences as a first-generation immigrant. I was trying to figure out where I belonged, and I was struggling to reconcile my two cultures. The story was well-received by my classmates, and it helped me to start to understand my own identity. * In college, I took a creative writing class that really challenged me. The professor pushed me to experiment with different forms and genres, and to explore different topics. I wrote a play about a family dealing with addiction, and an essay about my experiences with racism. These pieces were difficult to write, but they were also very rewarding. They helped me to grow as a writer, and they also helped me to better understand myself and the world around me. * After college, I started writing for a local newspaper. This gave me the opportunity to write about a wide range of topics, from politics to culture to sports. I learned how to write in a clear and concise way, and I also learned how to research and fact-check my work. This experience helped me to become a more well-rounded writer. I am still learning and growing as a writer, but I am grateful for the journey. I am excited to see what the future holds, and I am confident that my writing will continue to evolve.
By Rohit Gupta3 years ago in Writers
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 Butler3 years 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 McDaniel3 years 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 okafor3 years 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 Black3 years 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 Broomfield3 years ago in Writers
