Life
The Scary Cow and the Smart Girl
Once upon a time, in the quiet village of Willowmere, surrounded by whispering woods and misty meadows, there lived a girl named Lila. She was twelve years old, curious beyond her years, and always seen with a book in one hand and a magnifying glass in the other. Her mind worked like a clock — always ticking, always observing.
By Storyteller2 years ago in Writers
Love, Lies, and Her Silence
She walked into my life on a rainy Wednesday, the kind of day where clouds seem to hang low, as if listening to your thoughts. She wasn’t dressed in red or gold like the heroines in books. No, she wore blue—soft and distant, like the sea before a storm. I didn’t fall for her all at once. I didn’t even know I was falling.
By Minhas Naseer2 years ago in Writers
The Bridge Between Us
It was the kind of afternoon where the world felt too big and too small at the same time. Mila sat by the window of her small apartment, staring out at the crowded city streets below. The noise of honking cars, the shuffling of busy feet, and the endless chatter of people going about their day felt distant, like she was watching a movie from the outside.
By Lizzie smith2 years ago in Writers
Building a Writing Routine That Supports Your Mental Well-Being
Writing is more than just putting words on paper — it’s a powerful tool for self-expression, reflection, and emotional release. However, if your writing routine feels rushed, forced, or overwhelming, it can negatively impact your mental well-being.
By Stacy Valentine2 years ago in Writers
"The Last Letter from Noor". AI-Generated.
"The Last Letter from Noor" A boy by the name of Aarif lived in a small, forgotten town between the misty hills of Bengal. He wasn’t special—not in the way stories usually begin. He was quiet, shy, and awkward, but he was forever in love with Noor, a girl. Noor was the kind of girl who stopped the flow of time. Her laughter was the music of spring, her eyes held stories of distant skies. She was the light in Aarif’s grey world, though she never knew the depth of his love.
By Rakayat Islam Muntasir2 years ago in Writers
Those Who Persevere to the End Will Eventually Earn Medals in the Passage of Time
In an age where information floods every corner of our screens, we’re constantly surrounded by stories of overnight success: someone gains a million followers in three months, another raises a round of funding within half a year. It’s easy to believe that achievement is just a formula away.
By hedgehog_talk2 years ago in Writers
I tried to be heartless, and here is what happened
You know when the shit hits the celing and life is an absolute mess everywhere, yeah that is what I am talking about. My existence has had 22 years on this gorgeous — gorgeous mortal realm and in the recency of my being, my life has sucked a lot. I have had my share of darkness since forever, but of late, my desperation for light has been at its zenith. I have wanted my life to look like the glorious lives of Rory gilmore, an academic scholar, while being the perfect 4.0, a beautiful boyfriend( maybe not necessary), a great deal of money, a stellar institute I go to, a high qualified job in writing or journalism, and parents being super proud of me.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Writers
Random Thoughts
Almost eleven years ago, I was a little anxious for several days waiting to see the results of the entrance examination, but because I saw my brother, Edris—who was also going to study at the Polytechnic University of the Philippines, Sta. Mesa for a Bachelor of Arts in English—calm the entire time, simply playing computer games and doing graphic design on his computer; I felt a sense of relief at the time too.
By Khadijah Maulion Masorong2 years ago in Writers
