Life
My First Book Could Have Saved A Life
I found myself burnt out this morning when I went to write. I haven't written in days, and I know I need to keep it up or I'll lapse into another 5-month hiatus. And that can't happen because it'll prevent me from reaching my goals. So I stuck some music in my ears and contemplated why I'm feeling this way.
By Hope Martin2 years ago in Writers
Beneath the surface
In the bustling city of Lahore, Pakistan, lived a man named Ahmed. He was a hardworking laborer who toiled tirelessly beneath the scorching sun, his hands calloused and his back bowed from years of laboring on construction sites. He earned just enough to put food on the table for his family of four, but there was one dream that seemed perpetually out of reach: sending his children to school again.
By Sikandar Ali2 years ago in Writers
My Careless Mistake
In the bustling heart of New York City, where the rhythm of life beats with unforgiving intensity, I found myself caught in the whirlwind of a routine day. The city's energy was infectious, but it could also be overwhelming, pushing even the most vigilant individuals to make careless mistakes. Little did I know that one such error would soon set off a chain of events that would teach me a valuable lesson about the price of carelessness.
By Ayomide Richard2 years ago in Writers
The Quest for Identity
In the heart of a bustling metropolis, amidst the noise and chaos of modern life, lived a man named Samuel. To those who passed him on the crowded streets, he appeared like any other face in the urban crowd. But within, Samuel was tormented by a profound quest—a quest for his true identity.
By Jenkin Collin2 years ago in Writers
Disorderly Conduct
When I reached the fourth grade, I found myself in Georgia in an inner-city school. As the only "white girl" there, except for my cousin who was in kindergarten, my school life was difficult at best. I'd get up in the morning, work the farm, then get dressed for school. I walked down the dirt road to the bus stop and spent the next 7 hours defending myself. Life was just hard. My parents had recently split and it landed us in poverty-ville USA, on a piece of ground my mother's family endearingly called a farm, even though we barely grew anything more than dirt and misery.
By Veronica Coldiron2 years ago in Writers
Future and Fears
Have you ever wondered what the future holds for us in just a few years? A few years ago, there was a common belief that by the year 2023, the world would be fully immersed in the digital age, marked by an era of wholesomely integrated technology. Fast forward to today, and we witness remarkable advancements in the realm of humanoid robots, with Sophia being one of the most prominent creations. However, the question that looms large is this: What if the entire world were orchestrated by a singular technological marvel?
By Belly_moon2 years ago in Writers
Microwave Toast
Reader’s Digest has my first gut punch, heartfelt writing piece published in their Best Life Stories book entitled “Microwave Toast”. It can also be found on Audio Books now. It was written several years after my husband passed away at the age of 58 from Early Parkinson’s Disease and a rare form of dementia diagnosed at the age of 49.
By Barbara Gode Wiles2 years ago in Writers
Casino Addictions, Memories
In the dimly lit corners of memory's labyrinth, there exists a relic of my literary infancy. A story, earnestly penned during my youth, beckons like a whisper from the past. It tells of a rainy day in a nameless town, of souls ensnared in the allure of a casino's neon-lit illusions, and of lives entangled in the threads of fate, or perhaps misfortune. As I revisit this embryonic creation, it awakens emotions I had long buried beneath the layers of time.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR2 years ago in Writers
From Innocence to Insight: Navigating the Nuances
In the soft glow of youth, during the tumultuous transition to a freshman in high school, I ventured into the realm of self-expression through my first ever written piece. It wasn't an assignment or a task, but a self-inflicted venture into vulnerability—a love poem. Raw and unfettered, it was inspired by a boy who unknowingly occupied a significant space in my adolescent heart. Every line, dripping with youthful exuberance, was a testament to the sheer intensity of a first crush.
By M Dannenfelser2 years ago in Writers
