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Other people’s words have always seemed more adequate than mine; even when it came to expressing my own inner most feelings. Lyrics, quotes, memes, etc., always from a source rather than myself, are what I have always used to share with the world, the person that I am.
By Alaine Hay2 years ago in Writers
From Person Who Writes, to Writer. Top Story - September 2023.
Ever since I was a child my Nana always encouraged me to keep a journal. Every year for Christmas, she would gift me a new notebook and pen. The first year this tradition started, I got a little spiral book with a duck swimming through the water on the cover. I was in the 7th grade, and I remember writing about the intricacies and emotions of middle school. They were silly little musings with no real purpose, and there were months between the entries. Not much has changed about my writing style. I'm on top of it hard, and I fall off hard. There's no in between.
By Ashley Lima2 years ago in Writers
The Summer of 2005
A Moment Suspended in Time Ah the summer of 2005, hard to believe that was 18 years ago, feels just like yesterday. That was the year I turned 18, the year I graduated high school. I remember feeling so full of life, hope, that any of my dreams could come true. I carried around this average blue spiral notebook that I bought from the grocery store next to my work since I had left my other journal at home one day. I've had many journals through out my life, but for some reason I still have memories all these years later of sitting in a booth on my breaks writing in this journal. While this isn't my technical first journal entry, it is the one I remember most vivid and is most impactful to me. I didn't know it then but this would be the summer that would ultimately change my life, and years later become an inspiration for not only a novel, but a book series. But I am getting a little a head of myself, let me take you back to the beginning.
By Kimmiekins42 years ago in Writers
I am ready to welcome Fall, aren’t you?
As the days grow shorter and the air turns crisp, we find ourselves at the doorstep of autumn, ready to embrace its unique and enchanting beauty. It’s a season that paints the world in a symphony of warm hues, from the fiery reds to the golden yellows, as if nature herself were preparing for a grand farewell.
By Moumita Islam2 years ago in Writers
Tales From The Cubby
I didn't plan to be a writer. I was just a lonely kid in a cubby. I was 5. But being 4 was burned in my mind. Dad cheated again. There was yelling. Again. Tears, again. I hid in the cubby, the small storage place between the first and second floor of our split level house.
By Words by Me2 years ago in Writers
CURSE: the 200,000 Words of an Angsty Teenager. Second Place in Writers Challenge.
"On 9/1/2013, I embarked on a journey I thought was going to be short-lived and...mostly for fun. But, this one silly idea became the light and passion of my life. A Fan-Fiction turned novel turned seven book series isn't something that just happens, it is worked on, slaved on, and bled on. Four years I have spent with this one story, this one idea, and it has become such a major part of my life, that I couldn't imagine being without it. It has gained me a following of readers who have connected to the story on a level I didn't think was possible. CURSE is my baby, an accumulation of my thoughts, feelings, and real life struggles turned into a fantasy world filled with complex characters. Now, as a part of the work in progress FATE OF FIRE series, I can't wait to spend many more years writing about this world and these characters with the people who have supported me since the start. Happy Four Year Anniversary to my novel, CURSE! ❤" - Facebook post by Amanda Starks, 2017
By Amanda Starks2 years ago in Writers
A Memory Never Forgotten.. Content Warning.
My siblings always wanted to play out, but it was rare that I could as much step outside without being bullied. I spent many long days in my room engrossed in reading as many books as I could in a day, usually around six to seven books. I would wake up in the mornings on weekends when I didn't have school, and sit in my room writing anything from one-liners to a whole writing pad full of scribbles, sentences, stories, and poems which didn't often make any sense to anyone but me. I had often imagined becoming one of the great children's literary writers whose books were always in the shop windows with the words 'best seller' written on the front cover.
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Writers
