Inspiration

DIY-ing a Writing Retreat. Top Story - September 2023.
Welcome, Writers! We have decided to try something fun, and we wanted to invite you to join us! Have you ever thought about going on a fancy writing retreat in some far-off place, only to realize you can’t afford the cost or the time off from work? We always thought a writing retreat just wasn’t going to be possible for us…until we stumbled across the DIY writing retreat idea from Rhonda Douglas.
By Clever&WTF2 years ago in Writers
If ADHD were a man
Once upon a time in a bustling city named Mindville, there lived a rather quirky fellow named Adam. Adam was a man of boundless energy, creativity, and curiosity. He had a knack for starting multiple projects all at once, only to abandon them halfway through. He would often jump from one topic to another in conversations, leaving his friends and colleagues bewildered. If ADHD were a man, it would be Adam.
By Chisom A2 years ago in Writers
Lonely world
*Lonely world* In this lonely world, hearts yearn and ache, For love's sweet presence, yet it's hard to make. Reality sometimes blurs the dreams we see,
By Boomatt Tutorials2 years ago in Writers
How do (I) Write?. Top Story - September 2023.
I read Mackenzie Davis's "How do YOU write?" and the questions asked in that text were very interesting for me. I think about writing a lot, and I think about how I'm going to write my next piece a lot. So the answer, for me, is haphazardly.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Writers
Letters to Louie
It was late in the fall, he thought to himself as he laid there in the desert sands dreaming of home. Dreaming of what he left behind, enlisting was what his father would have wanted, four generations of Marines, serving their country with gratitude and resilience. It was Tuesday - mail day but usually there was no letter for him, once a month his mother would send him a letter but today was not the day. His friend Dillon was a few feet over messing with his gun, cleaning it and practicing his stance. "Dude you better get out of that sand, those fleas are going to eat you up." Although Louie heard him, he just waved him off not really caring about the fleas at this point. He missed home, he missed her, he couldn't close his eyes without seeing her smile and those hypnotic brown eyes that captured him the very day he met her. Struggling with the decision he had made to push her away, as he felt that at the time he was protecting her from the hurt and pain of the possibility he would not return. Just one letter, just one picture would brighten up his head space.
By Cherilyn2 years ago in Writers
To Write, You Must Observe
Being a good observer contributes to being a good writer. Taking the time to observe the world around you help to stimulate a good sense of what to write about and what could be put to paper. I find that observing people, animals, or just nature without distractions can stimulate your ability to process possible ideas whether for poetry, stories, or for articles. You can draw both hypotheses and conclusions from you observe the world around you. It allows you to come up with scenarios or storylines just from seeing what’s going on around you.
By Ben W2 years ago in Writers
"The Resonance of Melody". Content Warning.
In a quaint, cobblestone village nestled among rolling hills, there lived a gifted violin maker named Elias. His workshop was a small, weathered cottage at the edge of town, where the aroma of aged wood and varnish wafted through the air. Elias had dedicated his life to crafting exquisite violins, each with its own unique voice.
By Muthuselvan2 years ago in Writers
The Forgotten Note
In the quaint little town of Harmonyville, nestled deep in the heart of the countryside, there lived a young woman named Eliza. She was known far and wide for her enchanting voice that could bring even the most stubborn of hearts to tears. Eliza’s passion for music was more than just a hobby; it was the very essence of her being. Her melodies filled the air with a sense of serenity, and the townsfolk cherished her as their own living jukebox.
By Alpha the great 2 years ago in Writers
I Finally Listened
My first semester of my freshman year of college, I did not like my English class. The assignments didn't bother me. We would write very basic research papers on fairly simple topics. I mean, it was the intro English course after all. But of course, you can't have your cake and eat it, too. The assignments were fine. The professor? Well... I wasn't crazy about him.
By Alivia Varvel2 years ago in Writers
The Vocal Creator Awards.
This morning, I sat here for hours nervously chewing my fingers. I wanted to enter The Vocal Creator Awards My confident mind kept saying,
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Writers
The Crucible of the Page
Alchemy was the stuff of medieval tales. Alchemists--not the ones like Isaac Newton and Robert Boyle--were old men with pointy hats, almost like wizards, standing over furnaces with alembics and other distillation devices. And to be an alchemist, you couldn't be any old wizard--you had to be like a Merlin-level alchemist for transformation to occur. Or so I thought until I realized that every time I pick up my pen--yeah, I still use a pen, think of it as my magic wand-- I'm performing a feat of alchemy.
By Geoffrey Philp 2 years ago in Writers
How do YOU Write?. Top Story - September 2023.
There are so many unofficial challenges happening right now! Do you want a list of them? I suppose I should oblige... In no particular order
By Mackenzie Davis2 years ago in Writers