Stream of Consciousness
Seek me in the Matrix... Where My Consciousness now exists. Honorable Mention in The Posthumous Author Challenge.
🜁🜁🜁 Can it be true. Is Novel really gone. That is the question that everyone is asking. Why did she have a closed casket. Why was there a no-viewing allowed memorial and obsequies.
By Novel Allen2 months ago in Writers
Notes At And On The End. Top Story - July 2026.
I find it to be the most utterly pretentious notion to contemplate who will be present at my funeral. After all, I’ll be dead, and you’ll be wasting your time looking at a portrait of me since, should my wishes actually be followed and not bastardized like the adaptation of The Hobbit was, my ashes will be tucked in the core of a tree somewhere. What a dreadful waste of time for all of us to assemble here, truly.
By Matthew J. Fromm3 months ago in Writers
Talking Hearts
Author's Note: I said yes, 26 years ago. We have been married 21 years, engaged 22 years ago. When we met, he had a 14-year-old daughter, and I had just finished raising 3 teens. All out of the home and on their own. His baby is 40 now. Talking Hearts cards - Couples edition prompts: Have you changed your mind about anything recently? What in our lives is having its golden age now?
By Denise E Lindquist3 months ago in Writers
RIP Me
Chloe Rose: Loving Mother, Friend, and Writer. The Official Notice from the office of Unfiltered Chloe: Contrary to recent rumors (which I have apparently started), I have not died. I've simply been missing from Vocal long enough to warrant an obituary.
By Chloe Unfiltered3 months ago in Writers
If This Found You, I Must Be Dead
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden died as she lived, completely unassuming. She was found in her bed, clutching her phone. Her notes folder open with the words; "you cut me open to see what I'm made of, but there are both darkness and light inside me."
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 months ago in Writers
The Vault
The writings of the late author, John Scipio were recently discovered in a vault in an apartment in the suburbs. The vault contained a set of stairs, that led to an upstairs room, the room contained a desk, writing utensils, a laptop, and a computer. The room had a beautiful view of the community in which he quietly lived. The writings consisted of poetry, manuscripts, and several unfinished projects.
By John Scipio3 months ago in Writers
Call Me Coward, Not Ishmael
Genuinely I'm at a bit of a loss right now. Not a loss. Let me explain. I have entries for all upcoming challenges and unofficial challenges (besides Tim's and Leslie's, actually, glad I remembered those), and find myself with no real WIP really. Well, that's not true because I have a few shelved WIP that I am sitting on because I don't want to dive into them just yet. Call me a coward, not Ishmael! I don't care.
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Writers
