Inspiration

Tupac Was My Father. Content Warning.
Written by Xavier D. Prue on March 7, 2026 B.X. As a troubled youth who grew up without his parents, I imagined the legendary Tupac Shakur as my father! Raised by the rap lyrics coming out the speakers of my boombox, I see 2Pac as my first male role model. I grew up in a violent neighborhood on the lower-income side of Norwich, Connecticut, called the West Side where Dad was just a foreign word. Immediately following his murder in 1996 on the Las Vegas strip, Tupac became the connection that my peers and I related to every time we heard him scream “West Side” in his songs. Just two simple words, but it was a statement that made us feel we weren’t forgotten. I want to touch lives in the same manner that ‘Pac did and it inspired me to develop a Creative Arts center that will help the youth turn their ambitions into reality.
By PIFF MAGZabout 3 hours ago in Writers
Turning the Ephemeral into the Concrete
Some experiences feel real while they are happening and unreal almost immediately afterward. A conversation that sparks clarity, a realization that reframes a problem, a moment where scattered thoughts suddenly align. In the moment, there is a sense that something solid has been grasped. But without capture, that solidity dissolves. What remains is a faint impression, detached from the reasoning that made it meaningful. The experience was real, but it left no durable trace.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcastabout 5 hours ago in Writers
Drawn That Way. Content Warning.
Have you ever been naughty for its own sake? Why not? Is there something you were told not to do, maybe concerning your own body? My answer to questions one and three is yes.
By Harper Lewisabout 16 hours ago in Writers
Writing, Even When You Were Programmed to do Nothing
I get it. Writing, even just a few words of your book, can feel like a completely out-of-body experience; like you’re walking an unknown path.
By Ali Fullerabout 17 hours ago in Writers
In Defense of Philosophy
Everyone needs a motto in life, but I myself yearn to find even more. Philosophy, which I cherish most, is something I always believe in; studying it is like exploring a treasure trove of profound wisdom. Why? Because, first and foremost, the name philosophy says it all: philosophy means wisdom (in Chinese), meaning love of intelligence (philosophy). What could be more joyful than having all the difficulties and obstacles in life resolved by a wise and intelligent "scholar"? Is that perhaps overestimating philosophy? I don't think so, because no one would name something without first defining it in their mind. And even if it were called "philosophy" when it was born, if it had been truly useless, lacking wisdom and intelligence throughout a long period of history, no one would be foolish enough not to rename such a multifaceted field of study.
By Tomas Bucek2 days ago in Writers
The AI Era in Construction: Why You Need a Long-Term BIM Partner, Not Just a Modeling Vendor
The construction industry is thriving at a pivotal moment. For over a decade, Building Information Modeling (BIM) has improved visualization, coordination, and documentation accuracy. Now, with the introduction of artificial intelligence, BIM is evolving into something far more strategic.
By Anandhu T U2 days ago in Writers
The Little Light
No matter what life throws at me, there has always been a little light inside of me. No matter how small it felt — and let me tell you, it felt small —
By Maeleen-The Resilient Muse 2 days ago in Writers
Pond of Life
"The Pond of Life" One rainy afternoon on March 10th, I was born. Pepin the caterpillar was not impressed. “Too wet!” he grumbled, shaking himself as raindrops slid off his back.
By Rene Volpi 3 days ago in Writers
Timeless Bond Between Poetry and Folklore
Before ink ever touched paper and long before books lined the walls of libraries, stories lived in the breath of people. In the hush of evening, beneath open skies or beside trembling firelight, communities gathered to listen. Tales of gods and warriors, spirits and tricksters, love and loss moved from one voice to another. They were not recorded; they were remembered. In that oral world, folklore became humanity’s shared memory, and poetry—through rhythm, repetition, and sound—became the vessel that carried it safely across generations.
By Luna Vani4 days ago in Writers
On blood moons, fantasy novels and the overwhelming feeling of what's the fucken point
Honestly, what's the fucken point? From the opposite side of the world, I recently tried to convince my sister that creative, artistic endeavours were still a worthwhile use of her time.
By Roderick Makim4 days ago in Writers
My Discoveries About Me as a Writer
Over time as we write story after story, we begin to understand what we enjoy writing about and what sorts of stories we're good at telling. We experiment with various genres. Science fiction, romance, horror.
By Jasmine Aguilar5 days ago in Writers
From System Failure to Human Error: My Journey Through Words ✍️
Writing, for me, is a process that borders on the magical—the art of precision in word choice, the unfolding of complex thoughts, and, most importantly, the act of creating something out of absolute nothingness. It is a craft I’ve fallen in love with, even though it can be as fickle as it is rewarding. 🌌 My literary journey began with a deeply personal, raw reckoning with my past in the book "404: Reality Not Found", where I chronicled the difficult path from the darkness of addiction back to the land of the living. 🕯️ Today, my pen has turned toward pure fiction—specifically, dark sci-fi set in a world dominated by algorithms: "Human.exe Error 0x000". 🤖💻
By Piotr Nowak5 days ago in Writers