Achievements
"Echoes of the Neon Sky"
The rain in Solara City never touched the ground. High above, translucent shields redirected water into vast collection tanks, where it was purified, filtered, and redistributed in endless cycles. The city thrived beneath these barriers, a utopia of chrome and glass, where every street gleamed under neon veins and every breath was filtered through the city's air-purification systems.
By Jubayer Rahman11 months ago in Writers
Paranoid Writer Fears Witch Hunt!. Content Warning.
So I reached out to D.K. Shepard after reading their now Top Story, Help Wanted. I won’t lie—I was a little uneasy after reading it. Not because I didn’t get the intent (I did), but because something about it felt… off. (To me at least.)
By L.K. Rolan11 months ago in Writers
The Rebellious Spirit of a Brown Girl: Growing Up Against the Odds
I belong to India where a lot of expectations are placed on brown girls. It entails carrying the burden of the "good girl" stereotype all the time. Society expects me to prioritize other people's viewpoints over my own, frequently at the expense of my goals and ambitions. It is rebellion to defend myself. Even if it costs me to respect people who are trying to destroy my life, I must keep quiet and listen. A girl already had so much pressure the day she was born. But what about the boys? Brown girls are always instructed to sit properly, not laugh loudly, not talk to boys and always be docile and soft. Why is a girl's gender the requirement to clean the house or be in the kitchen?
By Hridya Sharma11 months ago in Writers
Ink, Water, and a Little Bit of Bravery
I ran my fingers along the edge of the thick watercolour paper, feeling the texture beneath my touch. It was still slightly damp from the last wash of colour, but I couldn’t wait any longer. The colours had settled, and I needed to see how it looked in the frame.
By Diane Foster11 months ago in Writers
The Last Hope of Liberty
The sky over the United States had never looked so uncertain. The great nation, founded on ideals of freedom and justice, now teetered on the edge of collapse. The year was 2042, and the America most people knew—the land of opportunity, the beacon of democracy—had become something else entirely.
By Jubayer Rahman11 months ago in Writers
She's a Witch! Or at Least Someone Thinks So.. Content Warning.
Dead Readers, I have seemed to have found myself in a tragic state of enui. I would like you to know that I will not take part in any finger pointing or gossiping about authors who "might be doing a little too well."
By L.K. Rolan11 months ago in Writers
When One Door Closes. Top Story - February 2025.
November 2021 Standing in the cold, I was bundled with my hat, mittens, long coat, stealing heat from my husband. I peeked at my phone while we waited for the winter light show. The notification announced my monthly bonus from Kindle Vella.
By KA Stefana 11 months ago in Writers
To myself- Thank you for being the love of my life
Love- L-O-V-E The magical four-letter word infuses a sense of warmth and fuzziness, a belief that propels the winds of time and strides through the storms to keep the ones who beckon our hearts alive. Amor as gallant in its notions often seems so convoluted with its essence, of how it should be and how we should feel once we are in the whirlwind of caught-up emotions that cease our ability to function like a normal human being. At Least I have heard about it, that the wind of love often rides us in a flair of irrationality where one becomes enveloped in their emotions, forgetting their sense of responsibility. The content we consume and the movies we grew up watching all tell us that love is the sole purpose and essence of one’s being and that our existence should revolve around finding it.
By Hridya Sharma11 months ago in Writers
