Life

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 Fuller5 days ago in Writers
Dancing in the Dark
They are sitting in fire-lit companionable silence. Each deep in thought. When he thinks about his life, he hasn’t made a song and dance about things.
By Keith Butler6 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 7 days ago in Writers
Neighbours
The end of the row was dominated by the red brick, iron-railed schools. The small infant school was separated by a central drive from the Juniors, the lair of the terrifying Miss Chudleigh, “Ugly Chugly” we called her, but not if she was in earshot. At the top of the drive was the Secondary Modern, where they put your head down the bog and pulled the chain.
By Keith Butler7 days ago in Writers
I want to run
It was 6:15. He had been watching the digits change since 5:37. He would get up, he liked an early start for his long run of the week. His wife and kids were used to his early morning routines. His wife was long past caring, and the kids now seemed oblivious even to his presence. They would all carry on doing their own things.
By Keith Butler7 days ago in Writers
Memories Return Again and Again, Unfolding Like Fragrances from Tales Long Lived
On the morning the old house was to be sold, Elias found a cedar box tucked beneath the attic window. Dust hovered in the pale light like unsettled thoughts. The house had stood empty for three years, ever since his mother’s passing, and yet it still carried her presence, faint but insistent. He had come only to sort through the last of her things. Sign the papers. Lock the door.
By Lori A. A.7 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 7 days ago in Writers
This Is How To Build An Audience For Your Book While You're Writing And Editing It
When I published my first book on Amazon, I made one fatal mistake. Ok, sure, there were a couple of big mistakes, a dozen small ones, but there was one that was my kryptonite. And I know I'm not the only one who has done this.
By Ellen Frances8 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 Vani8 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 Makim8 days ago in Writers
Unicorn Sightings (4/?)
Marion Sylverset’s journal — May 15th: I was called in to analyze footage today. I must say I was surprised. As the zoologist, I do comb over the preserve’s footage every two weeks to observe the wildlife’s uninterrupted interactions. But I just did that four days ago.
By Gabriel Shames9 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 Aguilar9 days ago in Writers