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I woke up in a cold sweat when it came to me. The date was July 17, 2025. Why did I say it like that and not 17 July 2025? Is it because I am a stubborn American? No, it turns out, I am stubborn for sentence structure.
By Tinka Boudit She/Herabout a year ago in Writers
The Alchemist of Destiny: The Untold Struggles of Paulo Coelho
You will never make it as a writer." The words echoed like thunder in Paulo Coelho’s teenage mind. He had heard them from teachers, relatives, and even from the people closest to him—his own parents. Born in 1947 in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, Paulo was not the boy society wanted him to be. He wasn’t athletic, or particularly obedient, and he didn't care for the rigid expectations of a conservative Catholic household. What he did care for—deeply—was writing, and he knew it was his calling, even if the world was deaf to it.
By Frank Massey about a year ago in Writers
Being a Fantasy Writer in a Real-World Crisis
“Fantasy is escapist, and that is its glory. If a soldier is imprisoned by the enemy, don’t we consider it his duty to escape?” — J.R.R. Tolkien
By Georgiaabout a year ago in Writers
The Memory Locksmith
The Memory Locksmith The locksmith’s shop sat at the far edge of town, wedged between a crumbling bakery and a florist that hadn’t opened in years. No sign above the door. No hours posted. Just a heavy green door with a brass keyhole so intricate it looked like a puzzle in itself.
By Wings of Time about a year ago in Writers
The Platform That Censors the Truth
Since 2020, I’ve been writing on Medium. I’ve also been paying Medium a monthly membership fee for the “privilege” to read and support other writers. I believed in the platform’s promise: that it was a place for independent voices to publish thoughtful, meaningful work.
By Michael Phillipsabout a year ago in Writers
Early risers are blessed. (The early bird catches the worm)
Waking up early isn’t just about opening your eyes, nor racing before dawn breaks. It’s hearing that quiet call inside, one that doesn’t shout, but never fades away.
By Liora Vogel about a year ago in Writers
Why I Left Vocal, Why I Came Back, and Why Writing Feels Like Coming Home
I joined Vocal Media back when it felt like an empty high school gym before prom, just a few of us awkwardly swaying in the corner, wondering if anyone else would show up.
By The Arleeabout a year ago in Writers
The 3 Questions Every Fantasy Writer Should Ask About Their World
"No matter how fantastical the setting, the world must feel real enough to live in." - Unknown Let's be honest: we fantasy writers are a passionate bunch. We will create entire languages, draw maps down to the last mountain range, and write 15-page treatises on magical goat herding if left unsupervised. (No judgment - I have been that person.) But even with all that detail, it's easy to forget the core thing that makes a fantasy world work: the questions you ask about it.
By Georgiaabout a year ago in Writers
Goulhearth’s Marvelous Institute of Wizardry and Other Magical Creations Opens Its Doors to the Public
A Hidden Realm of Magical Education Emerges Goulhearth’s Marvelous Institute of Wizardry and Other Magical Creations, long considered a myth by even the most devout magical scholars, has officially revealed itself to the modern world. Tucked within the Enchanted Thistlewood Forest, the prestigious school announced a historic public opening for select non-magical visitors and aspiring magic-wielders alike.
By CyberFlex-TVabout a year ago in Writers
“The Silent Strength of Peace”
In a world that is increasingly driven by chaos, noise, and the relentless pursuit of material success, peace has become a rare commodity. We chase after comfort, luxury, and external validation, hoping they will bring us the inner calm we so deeply crave. Yet, true peace is not something that can be bought, earned, or borrowed. It is something that must be cultivated from within. Peace is not merely the absence of conflict but the presence of understanding, acceptance, and balance.
By Muhammad yaqoobabout a year ago in Writers
--- Title: "The Last Inkdrop
In a forgotten corner of the city, nestled between crumbling buildings and rusting signboards, there stood a tiny, dust-covered stationery shop—“Yusuf’s Quills.” Few remembered it. Fewer visited. Yet every day, an old man named Yusuf would open the wooden shutters, dust the shelves, and sit quietly at his counter, as if waiting for time itself to return.
By Fazlullah about a year ago in Writers
The love beyond words .part 2
"When he grew up and turned sixteen, he was the son of a king. Their kingdom had a tradition where they would have gardens with fruits and other beautiful places. He would often stroll through these gardens. One day, at noon, he saw her and was immediately smitten. He fainted and lay unconscious for two hours. When he opened his eyes, her head was in his lap.
By New stAr writer about a year ago in Writers