Inspiration
A World That Was Never Meant for Me
In a perfect world, my story would have never needed to exist. My mother would have grown up in a home where tenderness wasn’t rare. She wouldn’t have learned to turn herself invisible just to stay safe. She wouldn’t have confused silence with peace or obedience with love. She wouldn’t have fallen for the first man who made her feel noticed, even if the attention came wrapped in warning signs she had never been taught to read.
By Salman Writes2 months ago in Writers
I'm Blaming this on Jack!. Top Story - December 2025.
Hi Mom & Dad, Sending this with the utmost respect and love (and cowardice) rather than voicing it. I expect you to be both angry and disappointed in me in this decision of mine. Frankly, after all you've done for and sacrificed for me, I don't blame you, not even one little bit.
By Shirley Belk2 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
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
My Hawks
For most of my life, I’ve envisioned two hawks perched on my shoulders. I don’t remember precisely when they appeared; certainly when I was a child navigating my tension-filled home. Much of that history is lost to blockage still, my father’s volatility and my mother’s survival skills visible to me only as peaks of experience emerging through a cloud cover, seen from a great height. I have realized recently it’s been the hawks who have kept me lifted above all those traumatic memories, and it’s only recently that I’ve begun to really make their acquaintance and honor their role in my life.
By David Muñoz2 months ago in Writers
Confidence
In every mirror, I sought a phantom, pursuing an illusion that had been escaping me for what felt like an eternity. I had mistakenly labeled this part of myself as 'dull', 'untalented', and 'delusional', yet I yearned for this missing piece to return and make me whole.
By "Ann Garza"2 months ago in Writers
I Am An Author
Hey wassup. Stop what you’re doing and lend me your eyes for a few minutes so I can tell you the story a little boy who grew up to be an author. Now this kid’s name is Joe and he’s from North Carolina. Growing up like he did, education was very important to both of his parents. His parents didn’t play about school and trust me, he learned that the hard way.
By Joe Patterson2 months ago in Writers
