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Do You Remember Ann Landers?
Anne Bernays and Pamela Painter — What if? Writing Exercises for Fiction Writers prompts — The Exercise — Collect Ann Landers columns, gossip columns, and stories from Weekly World News or True Confessions that seem to you to form — either partially or wholly — the basis for a story. Often, these newspaper accounts will be the “end” of the story, and you will have to fill in the events leading up to the more dramatic event that made the news that day. Or perhaps the story leads you to ask what is going to happen to that person now. Clip and save four or five items. Outline a story based on one of them, indicating where the story begins, who the main characters are, what the general tone (that is, the emotional timbre of the work) will be, and from whose point of view you elect to tell the story. These articles can be used for shorter or focused exercises. For example, describe the car of the person in the article, or the contents of his wallet. Or have the person from the article write three letters. The Objective — The objective is threefold. One is to look for an article that triggers your imagination and to understand how, when you dramatize the events, the story then becomes your story. The second is to increase the beginning writer’s awareness of the stories all around us. And third, to practice deciding how and where to enter a story and where to leave off.
By Denise E Lindquist2 months ago in Writers
Catechism. Content Warning.
As I mentioned in my last post, I can add one more reason as to why black and purple are my favorite colors. As a lifelong Roman Catholic, I see these colors as signs of penance, and penance is something I practice practically everyday because I accept that I am a sinner. In fact, I’ve spent most of my life feeling like a sinner. Yes, I know that the Church teaches that we are all sinners, but in my case I feel especially sinful because of my lifelong struggle with sexual sin.
By Phil Wagner2 months ago in Writers
Sodaquiest : Sporadic choices
Sporadic choices This is my first entry in this blog. I haven't really figured out what this is yet. I don't plan on anyone seeing this, but my journal isn't something I can use to write these thoughts down because of how bad my handwriting is, so I’ll be uploading here.
By Sodaquiest 2 months ago in Writers
Happiness and Light Unofficial Challenge. Top Story - October 2025.
INTERJECTION INTERRUPTION UPDATE - Added all the entries we've received so far, and just wanted to bump this up to remind people it's still open. You still have time to enter a piece for either or both parts of the challenge - we have only received pieces for the first part of the challenge so far. - Paul Stewart, a writer. One half of the temporary twosome of John and Paul, but not Ringo and George.
By Paul Stewart2 months ago in Writers
The Ultimate Culinary Journey: Exploring Waterton’s Dining Scene
There’s something magical about dining in the heart of the Rockies—where breathtaking views meet unforgettable flavours. In Waterton, every meal is more than just food; it’s an experience that reflects the region’s natural beauty and vibrant culture. Whether you’re savouring local Alberta beef, freshly caught trout, or a hearty breakfast before a day of hiking, the culinary landscape here promises to satisfy every appetite.
By Abbasi Publisher2 months ago in Writers
The Analytical Mind: How Multiple Disciplines Shape Better Decisions | Sukhi Jolly
In a world overflowing with information and complexity, the ability to make sound decisions is no longer optional. What separates high-performers from everyone else isn’t raw intelligence. It’s the ability to think analytically, draw insights from multiple fields, and see patterns others overlook.
By Vadim Shtivelman2 months ago in Writers
My First Three Months on Vocal
I know my bio says that I joined in 2021, but I am actually celebrating being active on the site for the past three months. I thought I’d copy my friend, Krysha, and do a three month review. (She did a one month review over here…) I’ve been active here since August of this year (2025) and enjoying my time.
By Reb Kreyling2 months ago in Writers
A rough guide to writing a 400 word review
My good friend on here, Teresa Renton, suggested that I write a guide on how to write a review. I respect Teresa enormously. She is a wonderfully gifted writer whose work has variation of tone but always great depth and lyrical quality which should be explored at your leisure - but soon.
By Rachel Deeming2 months ago in Writers
Caffeine-Stained Pages
The coffee was too hot when I spilled it, the first time, the second time—so many times, it seemed like the universe was sending me a message: slow down, stop rushing. But I never did, not really. There was always something else, some pressing need to fill the silence with words that didn’t always mean much. The coffee stains, dark and stubborn on my desk, became symbols of a process I couldn’t quite understand—writing, creating, living. It was all a mess, but I couldn’t find it in myself to care.
By Jhon smith2 months ago in Writers
The Man That Paused Time . AI-Generated.
Ethan Grey was never harmonized with the world. Life's never ending demands bogged him down, and he found himself yearning for one second to catch his breath. One night, during a late working shift at his own office, lightning split the sky. The lights in his office dimmed, and in that haunting second, Ethan's life was altered irrevocably.
By Saquina Amaral2 months ago in Writers
A Love to Remember Forever . AI-Generated.
In small, sun-drenched village nestled by the edge of the sea, lived a woman named Elara. She was known for her kindness, always tending to her garden, and sharing its bounty with her neighbors. Despite the contentment she brought to others, there was a quiet loneliness in her life. The nights felt long, and the sea, though beautiful, often reminded her of something missing. One morning, as she wandered the shoreline, she spotted a man sitting by the rocks, staring at the horizon. He had a peaceful air about him, but there was a deep sadness in his eyes. Curiosity drew her closer, and without realizing it, she spoke to him. “Waiting for something?” she asked gently. The man, startled but not unkind, smiled. “I’m waiting for the wind to tell me where to go next.” Elara laughed softly. “That’s a poetic way of saying you’re lost.” He chuckled, standing and offering his hand. “I’m Kael. And yes, perhaps I am.” Over the weeks that followed, Kael stayed in the village. He spoke little of his past, but his presence brought warmth to Elara’s life. They spent their days walking along the beach, sharing stories of dreams and memories. It wasn’t long before they realized they were falling in love. But Kael had come from far away, searching for something he could not name. Though he loved Elara deeply, he felt a pull, a quiet whisper from the wind, urging him to continue his journey. He confessed his heart’s struggle to her one evening as the sun set over the water. “I love you, Elara,” he said, “but there’s something I must find before I can be at peace.” Her heart ached, but she nodded. “Then go, Kael. Find what you’re searching for, but know that I’ll be here when you return.” With a heavy heart, Kael left the village, following the wind’s call. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, but he did not return. Elara waited, her heart tethered to the promise they had shared. Seasons passed, and the village changed, but her love for Kael remained. One stormy night, as thunder rolled and lightning lit up the sky, a knock came at her door. Elara’s heart leaped, and she rushed to open it, hoping against hope. There, drenched from the rain, stood Kael. His eyes, once filled with sadness, now held the peace he had been searching for. “I found it,” he whispered, stepping into her arms. “It was you all along. You are my home.” Tears mixed with the rain on her face as she held him close. In that moment, they both knew their love was something that would last forever, a love not bound by time, distance, or the whispers of the wind. From that night on, Kael stayed. They built a life together, filled with laughter, stories, and quiet moments by the sea. And even when they grew old, their love remained as fierce and tender as it had been on that first day by the shore, a love to remember forever. THE END
By Saquina Amaral2 months ago in Writers
