Life
❄ The Midnight Stillness of a Winter Night. AI-Generated.
It was the coldest night of the year, and I couldn’t sleep. The power had flickered twice already, and my room had turned into an echo chamber of shivers and silence. The thick quilt draped over me did little to stop the breath fogging in front of my face. So I did what felt natural—I stepped outside.
By Taimoor Khan6 months ago in Writers
The love beyond words .part 2
"When he grew up and turned sixteen, he was the son of a king. Their kingdom had a tradition where they would have gardens with fruits and other beautiful places. He would often stroll through these gardens. One day, at noon, he saw her and was immediately smitten. He fainted and lay unconscious for two hours. When he opened his eyes, her head was in his lap.
By New stAr writer 6 months ago in Writers
The Lamp and the Darkness
This is a tale from olden times. In a small hut at the edge of a village lived a father and his son. Both were trapped in the grinding cycle of poverty. With no stable means of livelihood, they had taken to stealing. The father was old and weary, while the son had just stepped into youth. The father, having faced the hardships of life, taught his son that sometimes, to survive in this world, one had to bend the rules.
By NIAZ Muhammad6 months ago in Writers
Mashed potato madness . Content Warning.
Once upon a time, there was a family that lived in the realm of nowhere. A family of six, composed of four boys and their parents. At the time of the tropical storm, the family was in Hawaii—casually soaking up the sun, eating hotdogs, you know, vacation things. Suddenly, the sky turned really dark, like the family’s future. The storm killed the whole island, leaving the family with nothing and no one to love.
By Keyarah Quinland6 months ago in Writers
Curse of the Dark Moon.
Narrative; fairytale. This diverse species includes the Dimi-god, shapeshifter-owlin, loxodon, feral-Tiefling, goblin, kobold, fairies, three-headed hell hounds, skin-walkers, lizard-folk, witches, warlocks, mythological creatures, wolf, coyote, bear-folk, triton, yuan-ti pureblood, dark elves, goblin, and human, showcasing a wide range of mythical and real-world beings.
By Pseudonym “Kathy,” though my legal name is Chantel.6 months ago in Writers
onfessions of a Smartphone Hustler: Making $500/Week from My Bed
Confessions of a Smartphone Hustler: Making $500/Week from My Bed Genre: Casual / Quirky / How-To They say you shouldn’t sleep where you work. I say… they clearly haven’t discovered the beauty of making money while horizontal, in pajamas, under a fuzzy blanket, with a half-eaten bag of chips next to them.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Writers
That Feeling When You Finally Write "The End"
I wrote the ending to not just any story but a story I have been working on for a while. Almost 4 years to be exact. The novel I've been working on is a science fiction story or maybe a little more specific, a technothriller. While it's about the wonder of discovering a new world beyond our own that contains unfathomable technologies, it is also about the dark realization of what happens when obsession and fascination leads to horrifying results.
By Jasmine Aguilar6 months ago in Writers
Catechism. Content Warning.
Like everyone else I have a lot of stories to tell, and I've often considered writing my memoirs, but since I'm not being famous or haven't done anything extraordinary with my life, I've often wondered why I would consider that others might be interested in my lifestory. Plus where would I begin? Maria Von Trapp said, "Let's start in the very beginning; it's a very good place to start," but my life is a jumble of paths taken and avoided, a maze with no solution.
By Phil Wagner6 months ago in Writers
The Alchemist of Destiny: The Untold Struggles of Paulo Coelho
You will never make it as a writer." The words echoed like thunder in Paulo Coelho’s teenage mind. He had heard them from teachers, relatives, and even from the people closest to him—his own parents. Born in 1947 in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, Paulo was not the boy society wanted him to be. He wasn’t athletic, or particularly obedient, and he didn't care for the rigid expectations of a conservative Catholic household. What he did care for—deeply—was writing, and he knew it was his calling, even if the world was deaf to it.
By Frank Massey 6 months ago in Writers
