Life

An Open Letter to a Girl Who Thought She Could Write.
Dear August-2016 Me, You think you can write. You probably have even admitted this belief out loud. A few days ago, I found a note from your Third Grade teacher, "You are going to be a great author one day!" All this is actually quite amusing.
By Carmel Kundai3 years ago in Writers
A Journey of Transformation: From Novice to Seasoned Storyteller
Every writer has a humble beginning, a starting point that marks the initiation of their creative journey. For me, it was the first piece I ever wrote, a simple composition that now stands as a testament to my growth as a storyteller. In this introspective piece, we will delve into the emotions, message, and essence of that initial creation and contrast it with my present-day style and perspective as a writer. Join me on this nostalgic journey of growth and rediscovery as we celebrate the art of storytelling.
By John Porfy3 years ago in Writers
Unlocking My Love
Welcome back! In the last entry, I had a taste of freelance creative writing, but spat it out because I had lacked the will to acquire the refine flavor of writing. It took a little over half a decade to develop a passion for the craft. During my senior year of high school, I knew I wanted to be a creative, freelance writer with the dream of publishing a novel.
By Iris Harris3 years ago in Writers
Beyond the Labels: The Love Story of Mark Zuckerberg and Priscilla Chan
Imagine the person you deeply care for becoming one of the most ridiculed figures globally, like the case of Facebook's founder, Mark Zuckerberg. Allegations circulate, including bizarre claims of being a secret lizard and a tech genius with a privileged upbringing, all while being both admired and despised for his groundbreaking innovations. It was a mistake, and he's expressed remorse. His social awkwardness often leads to labels of emotionlessness, akin to a robot. In contrast, his wife, Priscilla Chan, is the humble daughter of struggling Asian immigrants who openly displays her emotions, frequently tearing up during interviews.
By DAYVID3 years ago in Writers
How My Niece and Her Dog Inspired My First Story
Over the years, I have written many stories and articles. I have enjoyed every minute, from short stories to explorations of true crime cases. All this started from a children's book I wrote fifteen years ago.
By Sam H Arnold3 years ago in Writers
Joe Buffalino and Claire McAllister Love Story
How a Romantic Mountain Proposal Turned Into a Survival Adventure If you've been following the adventures of Joe Buffalino, you know that he's known for his epic proposals and daring escapades. But what started as a romantic mountain proposal for his girlfriend, Claire McAllister, quickly turned into a thrilling survival adventure neither of them anticipated.
By Naseem Ch3 years ago in Writers
The Green Dragon
Scales. I remember the scales. Intricate and painstaking and green. I mean of course they had to be green - what sort of dragon would it be if it didn't have green scales?
By Roderick Makim3 years ago in Writers
My First Story was a Nightmare. Top Story - September 2023.
My first story came from a strange place and I hope I am not alone in this. It wasn't from a book, although, in part, one of the greatest science fiction novelists, had his hand in it. The idea didn't come from a movie or video game either. It all started in 18 years ago in the back seat of my mom's red Dodge Durango.
By David Brandy3 years ago in Writers
Imagination is My Reality
For as long as I can remember I’ve told stories, fantastic tales of lands unknown. Before I could write for myself, I told them to my dolls and stuffed animals, especially a yellow and gold dragon, I so creatively named Firebreather. Like all children I hated chores, but when my focus was right or I had enough incentive, either to avoid getting in trouble or get an allowance, I happily raked leaves, vacuumed, and cleaned telling myself stories of princesses rescued and their white knights.
By McKenna Castleberry3 years ago in Writers
In Reference To My First Written Work. Content Warning.
Sitting in my bedroom, a makeshift space in the attic of my middle school home, I couldn’t help but think about the news I just heard a few hours ago. Distraught from hearing my grandmother passed away, I couldn’t quite process it. I didn’t cry, I certainly wasn’t happy, I just remained sitting at the edge of my bed in silence. This would become part of my daily routine for less than a week, up until her funeral. But about a day or two before that would happen, I finally decided to open my journal for the first time in a week and try and write something.
By Kadence3 years ago in Writers
StoryTime
As a young boy, I blundered with a different set of emotions… they were stringent for me to clarify. Something apprised me that I stood unique in this world, but something also made me feel that I was dissimilar. There was a feeling inside that I couldn't describe.
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 years ago in Writers
My Journey With V
It was not, until March of 2015 I decided to embark on that journey. As I walked I could feel I was there, a mere spectactor, no special interest in the miles, no special interest and no notion that any business relating to the destination had anything to do with me. It was the longest journey with the most brilliant and shrewdest friend. However, it was undeniable that something more than unusual importance was expected to transpire at the end, with the weight of anticipation growing heavier with footfall.
By Bruce Simbarashe Biningu3 years ago in Writers