Writing Exercise

Data
I love data. If I can create a spreadsheet for something I will. I love to track it, record it, make decisions about what is useful information for the dataset and what isn't.
By Alix 2 months ago in Writers
Window
I wish I could open a little window onto my brain so you could see all the thoughts roiling around in there. Trying to coherently type them out just seems so overwhelming most days that I don't even bother.
By Alix 2 months ago in Writers
Aim
What are my aims? To become a recognised embroidery artist. What does "recognised" mean though? To win a prize in an exhibition. To have a piece accepted for exhibition outside of the Guild. To be called an "Embroidery Artist" by someone other than myself.
By Alix 2 months ago in Writers
The Salinity of Silence. AI-Generated.
The satellite phone felt like a smooth, warm stone in my palm, a dead weight against the endless white noise of the tundra. Outside the rental SUV’s windshield, the world had ceased to be land and had become, instead, a slow-moving ocean of fur and bone.
By Mark Lim 2 months ago in Writers
The Safe Bet
The rain lashed against the windowpane of The Grind, blurring the neon sign across the street into a watery smear of pink and blue. Caroline Rogers stirred her latte, watching the foam swirl, trying to ignore the fact that her heart was doing a familiar, painful somersault every time Jake Herring laughed at something on his phone.
By Mark Lim 2 months ago in Writers
The Map of Us: A Story of Sherwood, California
The Pins That Held Us Together At first, Sherwood, California, was just another brief stop on our never-ending road trip: another thumbtack on the giant map of the United States pinned to the wall of Aunt Shelby's trailer.
By Mark Lim 2 months ago in Writers
She Lost Her Parents at 15. She Gained a New Country, New School, and New Scars at 16.
A knock at the door The knock came at 2:47 AM. For 15-year-old Priya Sharma, that sound would split her life into before and after.
By Mark Lim 2 months ago in Writers
The Instructions of Mira Alsop
Mira Alsop wrote one book of fiction in her lifetime. It sold four hundred and twelve copies, most of them to relatives. She wrote, by contrast, an estimated eleven thousand pages of appliance instructions over a thirty-one-year career at Dorland Home Products. Toasters, humidifiers, box fans, a line of pasta makers that never made it past regional distribution. She held the title of Technical Writer II and, for the last four years of her career, Technical Writer II (Senior).
By Aarsh Malik2 months ago in Writers
A Day of Mourning
The death of this author came as a shock to many. But before we get to her death we must delve into her reason for writing.
By Sama Habib2 months ago in Writers
The Earring
The night was supposed to be routine. A meeting. A reminder. A message delivered in the language that Veer understood best: fear. The warehouse on the docks had been chosen for its isolation, its familiar shadows, its lack of witnesses. Veer arrived with his usual entourage, a silent wall of muscle and loyalty that surrounded him like a second skin.
By Mark Lim 2 months ago in Writers
Blood and Gold: Inside the Ahlawat Family's Grip on Pune's Underworld
The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, organizations, or events is coincidental and unintended.
By Mark Lim 2 months ago in Writers
Sketchy
I’m not an artist, don’t have very good hand-eye coordination, but I enjoy sketching, and I’m using colored pencils these days. It’s been a long while since I used my hands to create an image, somewhere in the twenty year neighborhood.
By Harper Lewis 2 months ago in Writers