Writing Exercise
Quiet Noise at Night
A shotgun house is what they called it in New Orleans, La. As an only child I was just me and my grandmother. My mother passed away when I was just a toddler at the age of 3 years old. She died from lupus way back in the early 1960's, I was born in 1958. My mother asked her mother/my grandmother to raise me because my mother knew she was not going to be on this earth to raise me.
By Angele Brooks2 years ago in Writers
"Murmurs of Creative mind". Content Warning.
In the curious waterfront town of Willow brook, settled between rough precipices and the shining ocean, carried on with a young lady named Elara. She was known all through the town for her unfathomable creative mind and her capacity to transform the standard into the remarkable. To Elara, the world was a material ready to be painted with the dynamic shades of her imagination.
By MD Rifatul Islam2 years ago in Writers
RISING STAR
Once upon a time, in the bustling city of Lagos, Nigeria, there lived a young man named Amadi. Amadi was a dreamer, a musician with a heart full of melodies but pockets empty of riches. He was born into a poor family, struggling to make ends meet, but he had a talent that shone brighter than any adversity he faced.
By Fortune Effiong2 years ago in Writers
Time and Place
As I sat in my grandfather's attic, surrounded by the musty smell of old books and the faint scent of decay, I couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over me. It had been years since I had last visited this place, and yet, everything looked exactly the same as I remembered it. The old rocking chair in the corner, the worn-out Persian rug on the floor, and the old grandfather clock ticking away in the corner. It was as if time had stood still since I was a child, and yet, I knew that was impossible.
By Sofiane Alaska2 years ago in Writers
The Greedy Dog Story
Once upon a time in a quaint little village nestled between rolling hills and lush meadows, there lived a dog named Max. Max was known far and wide for his insatiable greed. He was always on the lookout for food, and his hunger knew no bounds.
By Shanti Lal Dhaker2 years ago in Writers
Writing For Yourself Vs. Writing For The Algorithm
In the age of digital media, content creation has become a powerful tool for communication, self-expression, and even income generation. As writers on this platform, we all write, experiment, and ponder what kind of topics to write about. However, we all grapple with a fundamental question:
By Jay Kobayashi2 years ago in Writers
Luna’s Quest
Once upon a time in a world filled with magic and wonder, there was a young girl named Luna. She lived in a small village nestled deep within an enchanted forest. Luna had always felt a connection to nature and had a special gift - the ability to communicate with animals.
By Folashade Sandra2 years ago in Writers
