Prompts

The Exiled Goddess
“You are not fit for our council anymore, Nykteria.” Zeus’s voice bounced off the walls in anger as he gripped his lightning spear in his hand. She froze at his words. She wasn’t scared, no. She was livid. How dare they say she has no right to be there when she’s contributed more than any other living god.
By Julianna 2 years ago in Writers
Small Stories
Introduction A while back Vocal dropped its limits on certain communities for certain challenges. While part of me was against this being permanent, I have come around to the thought that this could be beneficial at times for creators, including myself.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Writers
CHAPATIS.
Is the way to a man’s heart through the stomach? I grew up being told this left and right. My mother would pinch me hard when I over-salted the soup for dinner. She would spank my head when the rice overcooked, and I dreaded the days she probed me to prepare ‘ugali’ which is an African dish.
By Catherine Nyomenda2 years ago in Writers
Doom Devotion: A Tragedy in Embrace
Beneath the weeping willow's mournful sigh, Two hearts converged, though destined to die. Isabella, a maiden frail and pale,
By Jaslynn2 years ago in Writers
Treble Typing
*This piece has been edited, but was originally published on my WordPress site. You can find its first form here which includes resources for finding cover songs. The site was my 'author's website' created as part of my assignments for my MFA program, and the post was submitted as an assignment as well.*
By Hannah E. Aaron2 years ago in Writers
Lust For Words 3. Top Story - August 2023.
I always begin with the poem that inspired the theme of the list. The one that stopped me in my tracks, had me open the create story tab and start typing for another article.
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Writers
The One
“So, how have you been? I haven’t really seen you since… well… it’s been a while!” She danced around the question she really wanted to ask. What she really wanted to say was, ‘How’ve you been since the break-up? Are you still super depressed or can we hang out again without me feeling like I’m talking to a corpse?’
By Kelsey Winds2 years ago in Writers
Nepal
Nepal is a country renowned for its breathtaking natural beauty, rich cultural heritage, and warm hospitality. While it's difficult to encapsulate all its hidden beauty in one response, here are some aspects that contribute to the unique charm of Nepal:
By sandip thapa2 years ago in Writers
Broken Beauty
Being a poet at an age as young as 11, some might say is impossible. When one thinks of poetry, it is thought-provoking, gut-wrenching, heart-breaking, and how can an 11 year old possibly have enough worldly experience to write anything so meaningful and deep?
By Lizzy Rose2 years ago in Writers
Top 5 High-Paying Remote Writing Gigs for Blogs and Articles
The allure of remote employment has blossomed into a compelling force that is reshaping the way we envision professional pursuits. Beyond being a mere trend, the shift towards remote work offers a tantalizing glimpse into the future of work dynamics. This paradigm shift isn't just about where we work; it's a transformative journey that opens doors to a realm of unprecedented possibilities. As the boundaries between work and life continue to blur, the concept of remote work emerges as a gateway to a more harmonious and flexible way of life.
By Sean Long 2 years ago in Writers
The Lost Treasure of Atlantis - four possible endings
The four possible endings: • The crystal granted them their deepest wishes: Jack wished to become a famous explorer who traveled around the world, discovering new places and cultures; Lily wished to become a successful writer who published best-selling books based on her adventures with Jack. They were happy and fulfilled, but they forgot about Atlantis and King Atlas, who remained in their eternal sleep.
By Kamal2 years ago in Writers
In the Making: A Good Citizen
And so it began: Molly liked to start her day by cleaning her apartment, like any good citizen would. She was alone in the house, now. Then again, Molly always remembered being alone.
By Ian Read2 years ago in Writers