Writing Exercise
When the World Stood Still
The moment Ebele opened her eyes, she knew something was different. The usual hum of the city—cars honking, voices rising, the distant chime of a church bell—was absent. The morning light streaming through her window was frozen in place, a single ray suspended midair, catching the dust like a million tiny stars.
By Sandra Amiedor12 months ago in Writers
"The Second Chance
The rain fell in sheets, blurring the neon lights of the city into a kaleidoscope of colors. I stood under the awning of a convenience store, staring at the crumpled piece of paper in my hand. It was a job rejection letter—the fifth one this month. My savings were nearly gone, and the weight of failure pressed down on me like the storm clouds above.
By BAT-ERDENE GANZORIG12 months ago in Writers
What are you most proud of?
What are you most proud of? Hi all, I often think there will be pieces that even some of my favourite authors on here have written that I haven't read, because they haven't got the attention they'd hoped, and are sitting three, four or five pages back in your profile.
By Liam Storm12 months ago in Writers
Why Settle for Ordinary?
In a world overflowing with mundane content, standing out requires a touch of the extraordinary. Have you ever considered how a poet for hire can infuse unparalleled creativity into your projects? Let's explore the myriad ways in which engaging a professional poet can transform the ordinary into the extraordinary.
By Benjamin Lucas12 months ago in Writers
"Shadow of the Unknown"
New Story: "Shadow of the Unknown" Part 1: The Awakening: The night was thick with silence, a kind of eerie stillness that settled over the forest like a suffocating blanket. The moon hung low in the sky, a pale silver disc casting long, ghostly shadows on the damp ground. A gentle wind rustled through the ancient trees, whispering secrets that only the night could understand. The scent of wet earth mixed with decaying leaves filled the air, creating a haunting, nostalgic aroma that reminded Tushar of childhood trips to his grandfather’s cabin.
By Md Junayed12 months ago in Writers
The Wise Fox and the Stubborn Lion
In the heart of the Great Savannah, where the sun painted golden streaks across the sky and the winds carried the whispers of the old ones, a lion named Odan ruled with unquestioned strength. His roar sent gazelles fleeing, and his mighty paws crushed the earth beneath him. Yet, for all his strength, Odan was troubled.
By Sandra Amiedor12 months ago in Writers
The House of Echoes
The storm rolled in without warning. One moment, the sky was a dull, overcast gray, and the next, the wind howled through the trees like a beast unchained. Rain pelted down in sheets, thick and relentless, soaking Ayo to the bone as she struggled to navigate the winding road.
By Sandra Amiedor12 months ago in Writers
