Stream of Consciousness

The Quiet Man Who Fed a City
His name is Thomas Mayfield, but in our neighborhood, everyone just called him Mr. Tom. If you ever walked through 5th and Lexington in Cincinnati between 6 and 9 a.m., chances are you saw him—gray beanie, mismatched gloves, apron over his coat—standing beside his food cart, handing out hot meals to anyone who needed one.
By Farzad6 months ago in Writers
The Shrimp That Sleeps Is Carried Away by the Current (You snooze, you lose)
Are you on solid ground, or drifting without noticing? In this life, if you’ve already recognized your frequency, if you already sense your truth,
By Liora Vogel 7 months ago in Writers
The Clockmaker's Secret
In the quiet village of Windmere, nestled between green hills and silver lakes, there lived an old clockmaker named Elias Greaves. His shop sat at the corner of the cobbled main street, filled with the soft ticking of countless timepieces, from tiny pocket watches to grand floor clocks that boomed on the hour.
By Hamdan Khan7 months ago in Writers
The Art of Revision: 7 Things to Look for Before You Hit ‘Publish’
Writing is rewriting—but not everyone knows what to look for. I used to think that once I typed the final sentence, my piece was done. I’d do a quick skim, fix the obvious typos, and send it off—confident and a little smug. But over time (and after cringing at a few too many posts I hit "publish" on way too fast), I learned that writing the first draft is just step one. The real magic? It’s in the revision.
By Georgia7 months ago in Writers
History?
Natalie Goldberg’s Writing Down the Bones Deck prompts — What moment in history affected you the most? How far in the past? My life or the world's? Earlier today?
By Denise E Lindquist7 months ago in Writers
Dance, though Mountains loom in the distance...
In 2013, I heard Gladys Knight sing this song for the first time. I googled the title and Lee Ann Womack's version popped up. I listened to it...it was wonderful, as Lee sang beautifully, and her daughters danced.
By Novel Allen7 months ago in Writers
Is Travel Good For The Soul?
Natalie Goldberg’s Writing Down the Bones Deck prompts — Where have you traveled? It can be to Timbuktu or the 7-Eleven on the corner. Don't limit yourself to distant travel. The park on the corner has vast possibilities. Go, write - begin with ten minutes.
By Denise E Lindquist7 months ago in Writers
Why I Keep Writing Even When No One’s Reading (Yet)
“Sometimes it feels like I’m writing into a void — but I keep showing up anyway.” I’ll admit it… there are days when hitting “publish” feels like shouting into the void. I stare at the screen, re-reading a piece I poured my soul into, only for it to get… three views (at most) and a polite thumbs-up from my best friend (sometimes). And while I tell myself it’s not about the numbers (because it’s not), that little voice still pipes up: Is anyone even out there?
By Georgia7 months ago in Writers
Raise crows, and they’ll peck out your eyes (No good deed goes unpunished.)
They say if you raise crows, they’ll peck out your eyes. This makes sense to those who don’t understand giving, only the habit of receiving.
By Liora Vogel 7 months ago in Writers
Black Lake
My head is cocked and craned at an uncomfortable angle I can and will pretend does not hurt, puts no strain on my neck. It will look natural from a bird’s eye view, is what I tell myself, even when no one is watching from the skies above, or upon the mountains below.
By angela hepworth7 months ago in Writers
Keep a Good Face in Bad Weather (Put on a brave face)
They say: “Keep a good face in bad weather.” But this isn’t just a saying— it’s a decision. A way of living. I wasn’t always the best person,
By Liora Vogel 7 months ago in Writers
The institution . Content Warning.
Letters to God: Since November 10, 2009, my fourteenth year of life, I've sat and wondered why. I have questioned my existence, my faith, every choice I made that led up to this one specific moment in my life and I've never felt like I could find an answer.
By Ashley Munoz7 months ago in Writers