Stream of Consciousness
Fiction Prompts
Anne Bernays and Pamela Painter — What If? Writing Exercises for Fiction Writers prompts — William Kittredge asked to begin a story with a given first line. Prompt: Begin the next half of the book you are writing with this line— Where were you last night?
By Denise E Lindquist6 months ago in Writers
Palatability for the Corpse in My Poetry
I swear limerence is my default setting. I want. I want. I want. I want. Always to the side. I never know. You know? I hope so. I imagine. You in a crewneck. You rolling the sleeves of your button up. You in blue jeans. Or black jeans. Brushing the hair off my cheek. The colour of your car (I hope you have a car). Our kitchen.
By Dorothea Blythe6 months ago in Writers
A Glimpse of Grace
Mara always knew her son Eli was different. While other children laughed and ran around the courtyard playground, Eli often stood apart—lost in his own quiet world. The other kids didn’t understand him. They teased him, called him "four eyes" for the thick glasses strapped tightly around his head. Some mocked the hearing aids in both his ears, but Eli never seemed to notice—or care. His light brown hair curled at the edges, and his soft eyes rarely reflected hurt. He was only five, but Mara often thought he carried the weight of someone much older.
By Enric Milly6 months ago in Writers
Where was I?
I am writing this because, in case no one noticed, I’ve been away for some days. Yes, darlings, I finally disconnected and I feel no guilt about it. It was necessary. And since I don’t have to ask anyone for permission, I simply did what I should have done long ago.
By Susan Fourtané 6 months ago in Writers
rooftop thinking
Atop my roof, I can see the world from a bird’s eye view. I can see the colors of all the cars, hear the blaring sirens, feel the wind in my hair. I can think my thoughts all to myself. I can contort my face into any expression. I can jump and smile and skip and scream. I can dance and sing and swing around the chimney. I can cry with my head in my hands. I can cackle like a supervillain, or hold my head high and grin like a superhero.
By angela hepworth6 months ago in Writers
Top Five Priorities
I was flipping through some books I have in my collection and this book appeared — F*CK I’M IN MY TWENTIES, A GUIDED JOURNAL — I thought I may give this entry a try, using it as a prompt. I remembered that I am temporarily out of prompts. So here it is…
By Denise E Lindquist6 months ago in Writers
AI Jobocalypse
Artificial intelligence has sparked intense debate about the future of human employment. While headlines warn of mass job displacement and corporate leaders predict shrinking workforces, the reality is far more nuanced. AI isn't simply replacing workers - it's fundamentally transforming how we work, what we do, and the skills we need to succeed.
By Narghiza Ergashova6 months ago in Writers
