Writing Exercise

The Comforting Scent of the Past
Many of us tend to rely on past experience to guide our creative work, but how do you access those precious memories in crystal clear detail? The buried wealth of nostalgic magic that’s waiting to be sparked? At least when you aren’t being held hostage to trauma.
By K.B. Silver 6 months ago in Writers
ACFT Calculator. AI-Generated.
Introduction: Why Most People Never Reach a High ACFT Score If you look closely, most people preparing for the Army Combat Fitness Test (ACFT) are not lacking effort — they are lacking direction.
By Backlinks Cart6 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 6 months ago in Writers
Holly Golightly
Dear Holly, You’re quite the girl, but how would you like it if began calling you Lula Mae? Isn’t that what Fred calls you? It seems only fitting that if you’re to call me Fred instead of Paul (especially creepy now that he’s dead), I should call you Lula Mae. Barnes, is it?
By Harper Lewis 6 months ago in Writers
Why You Should Edit Your Own Manuscript Before Paying an Expensive Editor
Finishing a manuscript is a huge achievement. It takes patience, discipline, imagination, and more emotional energy than most people realize. But once the first draft is done, many writers run into the same fear: *What now?*
By Mark Senegal6 months ago in Writers
Fetching
Dear Jack, I enjoy climbing hills with you, really I do. It’s so much fun running with the empty pail swinging by its handle with each step, and the fetching of the water from the well is also pleasurable for me, watching your biceps and triceps flex as you turn the hoist to raise the bucket. All of this is great fun.
By Harper Lewis 6 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 sammmy6 months ago in Writers
The Furry Thief
That damn squirrel stole my sandwich again, leaving only crumbs and a note demanding “get better bread.” I tried reasoning with him, but he brought lawyers, three chipmunks in tiny suits. They won the case. Now I’m legally required to provide lunch, snacks, and emotional support nuts.
By Sara Wilson6 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 6 months ago in Writers
The Last Bite
Dad brought home extra meat and said it was cheap. It tasted fine, just sweeter than usual. A week later, missing posters went up. Last night, I found a fingernail in my steak. I heard footsteps upstairs, and he whispered, “Did you finish everything on your plate?”
By Tim Carmichael6 months ago in Writers
Writing a GOOD Super Mario Movie Sequel
Please note: This isn’t me trying to predict how The Super Mario Galaxy Movie will play out, but what I think are the ingredients needed for the film to have a semi-decent screenplay. This is purely for fun.
By Shamona Pretz6 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 Conard6 months ago in Writers