Challenge

When I Put Down My Pen
Many times through my childhood I tried writing a "proper book". I think this is difficult for young people, because we are supposed to write what we know, and there is so much we don't know.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Writers
The Enigmatic Echoes
The Enigmatic Echoes Chapter 1: The Invitation The day started like any other for Detective Amelia Sullivan. The sun had just begun its ascent over the city, casting long shadows on the cobblestone streets. Amelia, a tall and determined woman in her early forties, lived for her job. She sipped her coffee as she reviewed the morning paper. An invitation to the grand opening of the "Mysterious Mansion" had caught her eye.
By jay throck2 years ago in Writers
Scheming and Thirst for Power: Steven McKnight's Post-9/11 Literature
I’ve written—albeit not well—since I could first clutch a pencil in my little ravioli fist; my mother tells me stories about how before that even happened, I would sit on my grandma’s lap and tell her stories. I have no idea what these stories were about; nobody will tell me. Obviously there is material there that I can use now, and it’s a shame it remains inaccessible to me. That being said, those years are over, and there’s no use mourning something I don’t even remember, right?
By Steven Christopher McKnight2 years ago in Writers
Falling in Love Again
The scent of freshly bloomed roses filled the air as Emma stood in front of the small flower shop. She hesitated for a moment before pushing open the creaky wooden door. The little bell above the door chimed, announcing her arrival.
By Mentor okafor2 years ago in Writers
Blossoming Hearts
Sarah and Jack had been inseparable since their college days. They shared everything – dreams, secrets, and even apartments. They were best friends who could finish each other's sentences. But lately, there was something new lingering in the air, something unspoken but palpable.
By Mentor okafor2 years ago in Writers
A stronger writer
Writing has become a part of me, having a journal in my bag is something that is just common knowledge about me. The first time I wrote, and I mean really sat down with my blue and white summer themed stationery my grandmother gave me in order to send her letters, I remember feeling pressure of having the right words. I was so worried that I would spell something wrong, or not have the proper grammar because I mean this was my grandmother we were talking about, the queen of etiquette!
By Emma Jane2 years ago in Writers
Everything Unsaid
If I had known all the things I know now, I wouldn’t be this broken. It hurts so much to be so much for so many. The sleepless nights to the masked days of smiles, laughter, and no remnants of the nights aches.
By Angel Adagio2 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 Harris2 years ago in Writers
The Timeless Charm of Nathdwara: Exploring Beyond the Temple . Content Warning.
Introduction: In the heart of Rajasthan, in the picturesque town of Nathdwara, there are strong spiritual ties that are primarily focused on the revered Shrinathji Temple. However, Nathdwara has a timeless allure that attracts tourists regardless of its spiritual value. In addition to the unrivaled comfort of Vaikunth by Adamo Hotels, which is close to the well-known Shrinathji Temple, we welcome you to explore the hidden treasures of Nathdwara in this blog.
By Sofia Benjamin2 years ago in Writers
My First Writing
It was a poem. Written in the seventh or eight grade with the sole intention of impressing one or both of the two sisters in my school who I had huge crushes on! But, was I brave enough to somehow share it with them?
By Rick Beneteau2 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 Makim2 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 Kadence2 years ago in Writers