Life
The unbreakable bond
Morning at 4:00 AM: Kathleen stirred from her slumber, roused by the plaintive cries of Shivli's calf. Shivli, her faithful cow, seemed to have an insomniac calf who made it a nightly ritual to disrupt their peaceful sleep. Kathleen muttered in frustration, "This shivli and her calf never lets us sleep in peace. Soon, my own child will be awake because of this racket." She glanced at her son, Jack, nestled contentedly beside his father.
By Gouri Murmu2 years ago in Writers
JENNIFER. Content Warning.
**Jennifer: The Ancient Tapestry of a Name** In the heart of a quaint village nestled between rolling hills and lush meadows, there lived a young woman named Jennifer. Her name carried with it a rich tapestry of ancient meanings and a spiritual significance that seemed to guide her path through life.
By Esse Naeemah Ali2 years ago in Writers
Neon Unicorns
I was young. Grade school young. I knew writing was fun. My father and I did my language arts homework every night, and my favorite assignments always included writing our own stories. I come from a long line of storytellers. People with imagination and creativity woven into their bones. My grandad could easily weave a tale so fascinating, I never minded when he repeated one twice (or three or four times).
By Abigail Adams -The Mad Cow Mob Boss2 years ago in Writers
The Goddess Who Turned into a Cow
Picture it: seventh grade hallways smelling of a mixture of old book pages, coffee lingering on sleepy adults' breath, and the mix of Victoria Secret body mist and Axe body spray. The walls lined with blue lockers, a young girl, feeling frumpy in her Aéropostale jeans and sweater, clutching a stack of books against her chest. She avoids her locker due to the unseemly crush she has on the boy who lives on the other side of the tracks.
By Myrna Collins2 years ago in Writers
A Retrospective
I will start off by saying that I lived in my head A LOT as a kid. It was ridiculous. I also had zero friends and was dealing with other issues and feelings that I did not really have anyone to talk with about. Dad was there but he had bigger fish to fry, and I knew that, so I didn’t want to trouble him.
By Alicia Anspaugh2 years ago in Writers
The first piece that got rejected
This event happened when I was eleven and had started a new school. In the UK, everyone changes school after year six to go from primary school to secondary school. Throughout primary school I was one of the best academically, particularly in literacy. However, I had borrowed from other authors or even downright plagiarized on a few occasions. More can be found here-
By Neil Marathe2 years ago in Writers





