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I wrote poems and short stories all through my childhood, but the first story that seemed to move others I wrote in college. It was about a young lady whose ex boyfriend marries her sister. She is still in love with him, and sits out on the cliffs and cries during the wedding. I cried while I wrote the story. I have never since gotten so emotionally involved in a story I wrote. I think I was exploring my relationship with my own sister. We were not extremely close. I felt that she always out did me , and shined above. My stories today do not veer into my psyche. They are not therapy they focus on my imagination. It might be good if I could write another story that could move me to tears as I wrote it. I no longer have this story. For years I guarded it, as one of my treasures. It made me feel like I was baring my soul. When I read it in class it got great responses. They even thought I had a signature style. Now a days I do not have a real style. You can not read my story and know it is mine. I write according to the vocal challenge. I have started several longer stories on my own. I keep meaning to expand my vocal stories. I tend to write more fantasy, about a world in the future or some obscure planet. It is never a perfect world, there is always some life lesson in it.
By Antoinette L Brey2 years ago in Writers
My Blog Went Viral on TikTok. It Made Me Realize Something HUGE For Content Creators...
Last week, I got a nudge from one of my TikTok friends in Aotearoa. "Have you seen this?" The message had a video attached. I didn't recognize the creator, so (anxiously) I clicked through. I was expecting a blood bath or some kind of bash session - but I was pleasantly surprised.
By E.B. Johnson 2 years ago in Writers
THE MYSTIC CREATURE
In a quiet, poor town in Clieve City, there lived a poor baker with his daughter whim the town cherished. On the oposite land , there was a wealthy merchant who was responsible for the town's wealth. the wealthy merchant whom theyall called Feimhell was only seen occassionally in the wee morning hours where he would come to the market sing in a loud beautiful voice but no one dared to cme oout for they feared him out of his appearance, His white skin with fiery red shoulder length hair, green eyes and a bloodstricken lips with two 4 black canines i the midst of the other milk white teeth. Questions were, was he a vampire, a forest animal, a demon or some unfortunate being of nature.
By Damaris Maina2 years ago in Writers
ECHOES OF TIME
In a tranquil, curious town settled between moving slopes and thick backwoods, a one of a kind peculiarity known as the "Reverberations of Time" spellbound the occupants. Consistently, just before the late spring solstice, an entrancing situation would unfurl, consuming the space with a feeling of miracle and secret.
By Manoj kumar behera2 years ago in Writers
Reflecting on Silver Line of Power
My first and favorite story, Silver Line of Power. Today, I’m writing about a literary journey. These are my thoughts on my first story "Silver Line of Power," which was based on a dream I had when I was nine. I had seen several western and civil war movies, and always thought it would be cool to grow up in the cowboy era. I made a quick note of my dream in my dream journal, but didn’t actually start writing it as a story until I was 14.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Writers







