Prompts

I Forced Myself to Write Every Day for a Year. Here’s What Actually Stuck
Creativity, discipline, and building habits that survive bad days On a Tuesday night last year, I opened my notes app and saw a number I didn’t expect.
By abualyaanart7 months ago in Writers
My Dear Henry
My Dear Henry, I write this heavy with the full weight of what we have become. You once thought of me as a liberation, a key opening the lock of your own restraint. I quickened your pulse, unshackled you from your conscience. And I will not pretend I did not revel in it–I reveled!
By Tina D. Lopez7 months ago in Writers
The 47th who can't count.
The marchers marched, yelling vehement, disapproving and terrible invectives at the 47th. He stood high above at the window, grinning - waving as if pleased with the demonstration, which to everyone sensible looking on, was clearly against him.
By Novel Allen7 months ago in Writers
47 words world story
The startled fish sees the residue of society floating all round him. "Goodness...what on earth is going on above - peoples lives are ending up in the drink".
By Antoni De'Leon7 months ago in Writers
“I Tried Automating AI News for a Year It Nearly Destroyed My Reputation”
Spoiler: the easiest money on the internet usually costs you your reputation first. Last November, I opened my email and saw the subject line:
By abualyaanart7 months ago in Writers
The Old Way: Random Scripts, Random Wins
Not because I learned some secret library — but because I stopped treating Python like a collection of tricks. The turning point was a pull request review with a single comment from my tech lead:
By abualyaanart7 months ago in Writers
Accidental comedy or world politics?
Two genetically modified lab mice spend every evening devising elaborate plans to take over the world. Their plans systematically fail unfailingly by morning.
By Susan Fourtané 7 months ago in Writers
Why Landscape Rock Is Quietly Transforming Modern Outdoor Design
There was a time when a “beautiful yard” meant one thing: a wide stretch of perfectly trimmed green grass. It looked clean, natural, and familiar.
By sammmy7 months ago in Writers
My Favorite Number, 47, Should Be Yours Too
I am NUMBER 47 - don’t ever forget. I want to be 48 too, and my team is working on that. 47’s not my age. Lord, I am almost twice that number, and healthier than any before me. The BEST. That’s me. Donald J. Trump. I’m Number 47.
By Andrea Corwin 7 months ago in Writers
Prodigal Daughter
Muscles tensed. Stomach clenched. An involuntary regurgitation sweetened and seared her mouth. Watery eyes blinked. She knocked, too softly. She could run. The intercom hissed. Pounding blood drowned the words. The door swung open. For the first time in years, she breathed the aroma of mother's cooking.
By Rebekah Conard7 months ago in Writers
Wouldn't it Be Nice
Long ago, the Hebrews became tired of eating manna. Not that Heaven-made bread wasn't delicious, but human palates crave variety. I, for one, would be delighted to see a challenge that isn't fiction or poetry. Otherwise, community categories become unseen/under-appreciated/ and frankly, put out to pasture.
By Shirley Belk7 months ago in Writers
Readers are Leaders
I used to think reading was just a hobby—a quiet escape from the chaos of life. But one rainy afternoon, curled up with a book I barely understood, I realized something that shook me: readers aren’t just dreamers. We’re leaders.
By John Smith7 months ago in Writers