Life

Fire Fragments of Caitlin Charlton. Runner-Up in The Posthumous Author Challenge.
A posthumous author profile built from fragments, contradictions, and myth. Critics reconstruct Caitlin Charlton’s life through a single photograph, a surviving recording, and the misunderstandings that shaped her legacy.
By Caitlin Charlton3 months ago in Writers
Requiem to a Dreamer
A small group sat under the carport. Birds sang in the corkscrew willow. The firepit drew the friends in close containing the warmth on this cool fall day.
By Katherine D. Graham3 months ago in Writers
Your Fingerprints
The hardest thing to sit with is knowing exactly how a situation went sideways because you can see your own fingerprints all over it.
By Annam M Gordon3 months ago in Writers
Thoughts on Being a Multi-Genre Writer
Ray Bradbury, Steven King, J.K. Rowling, and Margaret Atwood. What do these writers have in common? They are multi-genre writers.
By Jasmine Aguilar3 months ago in Writers
Talking Hearts
Talking Hearts couple's edition cards prompts: What do people admire about you? What do you admire about yourself? If we could plan a day trip this weekend, where would we go?
By Denise E Lindquist3 months ago in Writers
Angrily Searching for Love . Runner-Up in The Posthumous Author Challenge.
Angrily Searching for Love On the five year anniversary of her death, the arguments still haven’t settled: was Tina Lopez anti-love or just afraid of it?
By Tina D. Lopez3 months ago in Writers
Update
Short answer: I had another baby. Long answer: I don't want to include a page long Author Note on my upcoming work. So I'm doing it here.
By E.L. Buchanan3 months ago in Writers
Anywhere, But Here
The past week has been both illuminating and depressing. Now I am sitting here with no desire to write, and I am not happy about it. I feel that I may be wasting a lot of time on the wrong things in my journey as a writer.
By Alexandra Grant3 months ago in Writers
Dinner with My People or a Photo Shoot?
I was away over the weekend. My friend group went out for dinner, and none of us touched our phones. We talked, as usual, with each other. Then I looked around the room and saw the opposite.
By Annam M Gordon3 months ago in Writers
The Man Who Did
Have you ever wondered? I don't really care if you have or haven't. To be honest, I don't care much about what you're thinking most of the time... unless it is:
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Writers
Don't leave your life before it leaves you.
I think there's something really sad about realizing you've been gone from your own life for a while and didn't even notice when it happened.
By Annam M Gordon3 months ago in Writers
Po-Mo Mixed Media Rant. Content Warning.
Don’t get it, Twister. I’m sick to damn death of cyclones. Fuck you, Dorothy. Your little dog, too. Looks like you put your faith
By Harper Lewis 3 months ago in Writers