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By Jennifer Cooley3 years ago in Writers
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I wrote poems and short stories all through my childhood, but the first story that seemed to move others I wrote in college. It was about a young lady whose ex boyfriend marries her sister. She is still in love with him, and sits out on the cliffs and cries during the wedding. I cried while I wrote the story. I have never since gotten so emotionally involved in a story I wrote. I think I was exploring my relationship with my own sister. We were not extremely close. I felt that she always out did me , and shined above. My stories today do not veer into my psyche. They are not therapy they focus on my imagination. It might be good if I could write another story that could move me to tears as I wrote it. I no longer have this story. For years I guarded it, as one of my treasures. It made me feel like I was baring my soul. When I read it in class it got great responses. They even thought I had a signature style. Now a days I do not have a real style. You can not read my story and know it is mine. I write according to the vocal challenge. I have started several longer stories on my own. I keep meaning to expand my vocal stories. I tend to write more fantasy, about a world in the future or some obscure planet. It is never a perfect world, there is always some life lesson in it.
By Antoinette L Brey3 years ago in Writers
THE MYSTIC CREATURE
In a quiet, poor town in Clieve City, there lived a poor baker with his daughter whim the town cherished. On the oposite land , there was a wealthy merchant who was responsible for the town's wealth. the wealthy merchant whom theyall called Feimhell was only seen occassionally in the wee morning hours where he would come to the market sing in a loud beautiful voice but no one dared to cme oout for they feared him out of his appearance, His white skin with fiery red shoulder length hair, green eyes and a bloodstricken lips with two 4 black canines i the midst of the other milk white teeth. Questions were, was he a vampire, a forest animal, a demon or some unfortunate being of nature.
By Damaris Maina3 years ago in Writers
Reflecting on Silver Line of Power
My first and favorite story, Silver Line of Power. Today, I’m writing about a literary journey. These are my thoughts on my first story "Silver Line of Power," which was based on a dream I had when I was nine. I had seen several western and civil war movies, and always thought it would be cool to grow up in the cowboy era. I made a quick note of my dream in my dream journal, but didn’t actually start writing it as a story until I was 14.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Writers
Baki Hanma:
Baki Hanma: Unleashing the Beast Within In the realm of martial arts and anime, few names hold as much significance as Baki Hanma. Created by Keisuke Itagaki, Baki is a legendary character who has captured the hearts of fans around the world through his intense battles, unyielding determination, and complex personality. From the pages of the manga to the screens of anime adaptations, Baki Hanma stands as a testament to the power of human potential, resilience, and the pursuit of perfection.
By Max rogger👌3 years ago in Writers
Top 10 Classic Mystery Novels That Stand the Test of Time
Secret books have a special capacity to enthrall peruses, bringing them into a universe of tension, interest, and confusing riddles. Throughout the long term, various writers have made works of art that keep on enchanting generations of perusers. These exemplary secret books not only deal with enrapturing plots and all-around well-made characters but have likewise gone the distance, making a permanent imprint on the class. In this article, we will investigate ten immortal secret books that have kept up with their charm and keep on being commended for their commitment to the universe of writing.
By Mystery Box3 years ago in Writers
The greatest starlights: time to find your inner role model
Rebel Jacky As a young girl I was mesmerized by the ruling supermodels of that time. Cindy Crawford. Eva Evangelista, Karen Mulder, Claudia Schiffer, Naomi Campbell, Kate Moss. Those were just a few of the ruling ladies of the catwalk. Their faces covered magazines like Vogue, Elle, Vanity Fair and Harper's Bazaar. Magazines I couldn’t even buy. Sometimes I just almost lived in bookstores to flip through those magazines I couldn’t afford. Perhaps that’s where my passion for writing comes from. Another way to be part of the extraordinary world of the ladies of my imagination.
By Verawati Calmer3 years ago in Writers
Calm before the storm
In a quaint coastal town nestled between towering cliffs and the endless expanse of the cerulean sea, a sense of serenity always hung in the air. This was the town of Haven's End, a place where time seemed to slow down, and worries melted away with each gentle wave that caressed the golden sands. At the heart of this tranquil haven stood an old lighthouse, its white paint weathered by years of salty sea breeze. It was a symbol of hope and guidance for the townsfolk, casting its reassuring beam across the water, keeping ships safe from the treacherous rocks that hid just beneath the surface. One cool autumn evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon in a breathtaking display of oranges and purples, the townspeople gathered at the lighthouse for their annual Harvest Festival. Laughter and music echoed through the streets as families shared stories and danced beneath twinkling lanterns. There was a palpable sense of contentment that evening, an aura of unity that seemed to wrap the town in a warm embrace. Amidst the festivities, a young woman named Isabella strolled along the shoreline, her gaze fixed on the horizon. Isabella was known throughout Haven's End for her adventurous spirit and her uncanny ability to predict changes in the weather. She was an enigma of sorts, a wanderer who seemed to understand the ebb and flow of the world around her. As Isabella watched the sun disappear into the sea, a feeling of unease washed over her. She couldn't explain it, but something in the air felt different, as if the very elements themselves were holding their breath, waiting for a shift to come. Her instincts, honed by years of observing nature's patterns, told her that change was on the horizon. The following days unfolded with an eerie calmness. The sea remained glassy and still, the winds whispering secrets to those who cared to listen. The townspeople went about their daily routines, oblivious to the growing tension that seemed to weave itself into the fabric of their lives. Isabella, however, couldn't shake the feeling that the calm was merely a prelude to something much larger. One evening, as the moon hung low in the sky, Isabella climbed to the top of the lighthouse and gazed out at the expanse of water before her. The sea, once so tranquil, now seemed to churn with a hidden energy, its waves growing restless as if preparing for a great upheaval. Isabella's heart raced as she realized that her instincts had not betrayed her; the storm she had sensed was approaching. She descended from the lighthouse and hurried through the quiet streets, urging her neighbors to prepare for the impending tempest. Some scoffed at her warnings, attributing her premonitions to mere superstition, but others recognized the gravity of her words and joined in the efforts to secure their homes and belongings. As dawn broke, the first gusts of wind began to whip through Haven's End, sending shivers down the spines of those who had heeded Isabella's warning. Dark clouds gathered overhead, blotting out the once-clear sky, and the sea roared with an intensity that matched the fear in the townspeople's hearts. The storm raged on for days, testing the limits of Haven's End and its inhabitants. The lighthouse stood tall against the fury of the elements, its beacon a steadfast reminder of the hope that still burned within the hearts of those who called the town home. Isabella, her clothes soaked and her hands calloused from hours of labor, refused to give in to despair. In the aftermath of the tempest, as the last raindrops fell and the winds gradually subsided, Haven's End emerged battered but unbroken. The town bore scars of the battle it had fought against nature's fury, but its spirit remained unwavering. Neighbors helped each other rebuild, their bonds strengthened by the shared experience of survival. As the sun peeked through the clouds once more, casting a warm and hopeful light over the town, Isabella stood at the water's edge. She realized that her ability to sense the storm had been a gift, a connection to the natural world that had allowed her to prepare her community for the challenges ahead. The calm before the storm had been a reminder that even in the face of uncertainty, there was strength in unity and resilience in the human spirit. And so, the town of Haven's End continued to thrive, forever changed by the storm that had tested its mettle. The quote "The calm before the storm" took on a new meaning, a reminder that within moments of tranquility, the seeds of courage and determination could take root, blossoming into a beautiful tapestry of shared experiences and unwavering hope.
By Ajayi Femi3 years ago in Writers
