Life
The Room That Didn't Flinch
The Room That Didn’t Flinch The room never flinched. That mattered more than people realised. It was always the same temperature, the same light, the same chair legs scraping the floor in exactly the same irritating way. The clock didn’t tick. I’d bought it on purpose after one client told me ticking made their thoughts speed up until they couldn’t catch any of them. People think therapists like silence. We don’t. We like predictability.
By Teena Quinn about a month ago in Writers
Bless em all. Content Warning.
Nancy pulls the blind tight against the sunlight. In this side room, the ward’s buzzers and beeps are muffled, distant. The fluorescent light flickers, highlighting white stubble on Rod's face, as he lies against the pillows. Ken stares as the taped cannula metronomically drips colourless liquid. Wife and son sit sentry at his deathbed as the monitor counts out his heart’s closing rhythm. Nancy’s tears slip down her face as she holds his thin, liver-spotted hand. Ken, face harrowed by helplessness, plucks at the bedsheet.
By Keith Butlerabout a month ago in Writers
Calling Elvis
I cried buckets that day. The rain-soaked mourners huddled at the graveside, black umbrellas like broken wings. The crowd pressed closer, pushing me towards the grave and the memories I would carry forever. Scents that would always cling to this day: the smell of damp soil and grass, cheap aftershave and wet wool.
By Keith Butlerabout a month ago in Writers
Two People, Going In Opposite Directions
Fiction prompt: Start or end your story with two characters going in opposite directions (literally or figuratively). What this brought back to me was a friend I met in recovery. He was every bit a Heyoka (they are contrary). When looking it up to give a description, it was attributed to the Sioux; the Lakota, and the Dakota people.
By Denise E Lindquistabout a month ago in Writers
My Aversion To Poetry
Introduction This is just the devil in me that I have written about so often when it has got me down and upset, but writing this piece I feel in a good mood and on top of things, because where I used to think I was being forced into something, now I feel it is entirely my own choice and in my own hands.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a month ago in Writers
Does Being OCD Help or Hinder My Writing?
Eight years ago, I was diagnosed with a mild obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD). I denied it; I was not crazy! OCD is an anxiety disorder. It involves frequent, intrusive thoughts, along with repetitive and ritualistic actions. There is a long list of symptoms. The main ones I exhibited, and, if I am honest with myself, still do to a certain degree, are:
By Calvin Londonabout a month ago in Writers
Writing About Writing: The Rainbow Trap. Top Story - February 2026.
The good thing about living in modern times is that LGBTQ representation in media is increasing. Not just in niche and Independant media, either, but also in mainstream media. Books, movies, TV shows, comics... they're finally catching on that LGBTQ+ people form a significant part of their audience, and deserve to see themselves on screen and in fiction, not just as victims in documentaries and true crime shows.
By Natasja Roseabout a month ago in Writers
One Story Below Is True
Anne Bernays and Pamela Painter — What If? Writing Exercise for Fiction Writers prompts The Exercise — In two or three sentences, write down three unusual, startling, or amusing things you did or that happened to you. One thing must be true; the other two must be lies. Use details. Read them to a group, and they may ask questions to help them guess which one is and which ones are not. The Objective - To understand how we can exaggerate events in our lives, appropriate the lives of others - friends, enemies, strangers - or just plain out and out lie. All these are ways of using what we see and experience to produce fiction.
By Denise E Lindquistabout a month ago in Writers
