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The Whispers in Room 313
The Whispers in Room 313 By Octavia Birthfield The first time Kayla heard the whisper, she thought it was the wind. She had just checked into the Willowridge Inn, a crumbling, nearly forgotten hotel tucked away in a small town off the interstate. Her car had broken down, and it was the only place with vacancy.
By Taviii🇨🇦♐️6 months ago in Writers
A Moment of Focus"
*A Moment of Focus* *A young boy's journey through learning and growth* The young boy lay on the vibrant floral blanket, his dark hair a stark contrast to the bright colors surrounding him. He was engrossed in a worksheet, his pencil poised over the paper as he concentrated on the task at hand. The worksheet appeared to be a simple math problem, with a grid and a few objects to count.
By M Arif6 months ago in Writers
The Echo Returns
Author's Note: This story isn’t just hers. It belongs to every soul who loved deeply, gave sincerely, and still ended up lost in silence. It’s the echo of hopes that were nurtured yet never bloomed. It’s the quiet ache of those who did everything right— but still wonder, where did I go wrong?
By Saffron Realm6 months ago in Writers
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By Usama Sakhawat6 months ago in Writers
THE POND
As I sit at this table, supposedly studying, I can see a large, man-made pond. There are birds on the pond, ducks, herons, a larger bird, perhaps an egret, and a couple of others I don't recognise. They float around on the water, looking so calm. However, under the water, I have heard, they have to paddle fast to move. A little of what my life is like. I can walk around looking calm, but underneath, I am struggling every day to move through life.
By Sarai6 months ago in Writers
The Secret Power of Words
Writing ✍️ Writing is an essential form of communication that has shaped humanity across the ages. From Neolithic cave paintings and Egyptian hieroglyphs to present-day novels and store signs, writing has always served as a way for humans to convey their ideas and feelings to others or simply as a tool for self-expression. But what exactly is writing, and how can you harness it to deliver your own unique message to the world?
By Matthew Yu6 months ago in Writers
The Book That Survived the Storm. AI-Generated.
The Book That Survived the Storm The warnings came days before the hurricane hit, but most of us—especially those who’d lived through a dozen false alarms—didn’t take them seriously. I packed a small bag: some clothes, my laptop, old photo albums, and the locket my mother had given me before she passed. I left behind the house I grew up in, never imagining that I wouldn’t return for years.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Writers
Truth in the Shadows. AI-Generated.
In the hush of dawn, when the earth still sighs, When lies wear robes and truth softly dies, A tale unfolds beneath golden skies—
By INAM ULLAH6 months ago in Writers
The Last Shop Before Tomorrow
It had been raining for three days, but not properly. Just a misting drizzle that clung to your hair and softened the edges of the town like someone had drawn it in pencil and rubbed their thumb across the lines.
By Maria Kalafatis6 months ago in Writers
How to Show, Not Tell
“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.” — Anton Chekhov Let’s be honest: the phrase “show, don’t tell” has been tossed around so often in writing advice circles that it feels like literary law. But here’s the thing no one tells you: too much showing can be just as exhausting as too much telling.
By Georgia6 months ago in Writers
The Cookie That Saved My Summer: A Story of Flour, Fear, and Finding My Rhythm
It was July 4th, 2024, and I was spiraling. The air conditioner in my tiny Brooklyn apartment had given up, turning my kitchen into a sauna. My desk was buried under unpaid bills, half-finished work projects, and a mountain of takeout containers—testaments to a summer that had started with “I’ll finally relax!” and somehow morphed into “Why does everything feel like a chore?”
By liang ming6 months ago in Writers
The Lack Of A Vocal Top Story Effect
Introductution I now seldom get a Top Story a month, and it has been over a month since my last one. These are the effects of this on my writing.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 months ago in Writers