Life

The Green Dragon
Scales. I remember the scales. Intricate and painstaking and green. I mean of course they had to be green - what sort of dragon would it be if it didn't have green scales?
By Roderick Makim2 years ago in Writers
My First Story was a Nightmare. Top Story - September 2023.
My first story came from a strange place and I hope I am not alone in this. It wasn't from a book, although, in part, one of the greatest science fiction novelists, had his hand in it. The idea didn't come from a movie or video game either. It all started in 18 years ago in the back seat of my mom's red Dodge Durango.
By David Brandy2 years ago in Writers
Imagination is My Reality
For as long as I can remember I’ve told stories, fantastic tales of lands unknown. Before I could write for myself, I told them to my dolls and stuffed animals, especially a yellow and gold dragon, I so creatively named Firebreather. Like all children I hated chores, but when my focus was right or I had enough incentive, either to avoid getting in trouble or get an allowance, I happily raked leaves, vacuumed, and cleaned telling myself stories of princesses rescued and their white knights.
By McKenna Castleberry2 years ago in Writers
In Reference To My First Written Work. Content Warning.
Sitting in my bedroom, a makeshift space in the attic of my middle school home, I couldn’t help but think about the news I just heard a few hours ago. Distraught from hearing my grandmother passed away, I couldn’t quite process it. I didn’t cry, I certainly wasn’t happy, I just remained sitting at the edge of my bed in silence. This would become part of my daily routine for less than a week, up until her funeral. But about a day or two before that would happen, I finally decided to open my journal for the first time in a week and try and write something.
By Kadence2 years ago in Writers
StoryTime
As a young boy, I blundered with a different set of emotions… they were stringent for me to clarify. Something apprised me that I stood unique in this world, but something also made me feel that I was dissimilar. There was a feeling inside that I couldn't describe.
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)2 years ago in Writers
My Journey With V
It was not, until March of 2015 I decided to embark on that journey. As I walked I could feel I was there, a mere spectactor, no special interest in the miles, no special interest and no notion that any business relating to the destination had anything to do with me. It was the longest journey with the most brilliant and shrewdest friend. However, it was undeniable that something more than unusual importance was expected to transpire at the end, with the weight of anticipation growing heavier with footfall.
By Bruce Simbarashe Biningu2 years ago in Writers
SHARK WITCHCRAFT? FEMALE SHARKS GATHER EACH YEAR BENEATH THE FULL MOON
Imagine a scenario in which storms overwhelm Los Angeles with shark-filled floods, and tornadoes twist those floodwaters into deadly twisters known as sharknados. Even while this scenario seems exciting, our emphasis today is on a true underwater mystery rather than the inventiveness of Hollywood. Under the full moon, we're diving among the mysterious group of Great Hammerhead sharks. In the seas near French Polynesia, sharks—often thought of as lone predators of the deep—display their secret social side. An all-female gathering of hammerhead sharks, with their strange behavior intimately linked to the moon cycle, has been observed in recent years by an international team of experts.
By Cyril Lord2 years ago in Writers
BLACK HOLES “BURP” AFTER GOBBLING UP STARS
Astronaut John Crichton unintentionally enters a wormhole in the science fiction series Farscape from 1999, which is now available to watch on Peacock. He is then propelled halfway across the cosmos. In the Farscape world, wormholes are said to occur when two distant black holes simultaneously form and link to one another, ripping a path through space-time that may be traveled through. In the end, it's possible to fall into one black hole and emerge from it on the other side.
By Cyril Lord2 years ago in Writers
In the Language of Touch: A Journey to the Soul Through the Eyes
In a world where words often fail to convey the depth of emotions, touch becomes the silent language of love. The connection between a husband and wife is a tapestry of shared experiences, laughter, and moments of tenderness. They can touch each other's hearts with affectionate gestures, but there's one place that stands as the epitome of intimacy—the eyes.
By chandrakumar 2 years ago in Writers
The Tapestry of Life
I In a quaint village nestled between rolling hills and meandering rivers, there lived an elderly woman named Eliza. Known far and wide as the village's most skilled weaver, she had mastered the art of creating the most exquisite tapestries the world had ever seen. However, what set Eliza's tapestries apart from all the others was not their intricacy or grandeur but rather the heartfelt stories they wove together—the stories of everyday life.
By wissal charraki2 years ago in Writers
CHANGED LIVES
Emily had always been the kind of person who stuck to routines. She woke up at the same time every day, commuted to her office job, and returned home to her cozy apartment in the heart of the bustling city. Her life was predictable, safe, and just a little bit dull. But that was okay with her. She preferred it that way.
By Sommie 2 years ago in Writers
From First Cringy Blog Post to Winning Prizes
Did you ever write F*** all over a page? Big, bright bold letters etched so hard onto the paper that they almost scored right through? Call it Eternal Anger of a Teenage Mind on a Spotless Page. I like to view that as my first foray into flash fiction. A lot said with the utmost brevity.
By Teresa Renton2 years ago in Writers