Writing Exercise
Ancient tradition fight chemical born : Blue nectar
The Kumkumadi Oil by Blue Nectar is a game-changer in eco-friendly personal care products since it is based on centuries of botanical wisdom, has been peer-reviewed by scientists, and is made in a responsible manner. A pioneer in the use of plant-based alternatives to synthetic substances, the business has saved more than 10 million liters of water, proving that good environmental practices and effective skincare do not have to be mutually contradictory.
By Google Account6 months ago in Writers
The Day I Met Myself. AI-Generated.
I used to think people found themselves in big moments. The day they graduated, or traveled alone, or fell in love. I believed “finding yourself” was some grand epiphany that came dressed like a fireworks show—loud, dramatic, unforgettable.
By Muhammad Nasir6 months ago in Writers
Starting At the Beginning
Author's Note: Two recommendations from others for the fiction story I am writing include a murder and a murder suicide. Anne Bernays and Pamela Painter — What If? Writing Exercises for Fiction Writers prompts — The Excercise: This one is in two parts. First experiment with different types of openings for different stories until you feel comfortable with the technique of each. Then see how many ways there are to open on a particular story you have in mind. How does the story change when the opening changes from a generalization to a line of dialogue?
By Denise E Lindquist6 months ago in Writers
Love baby
The Last Love Letter The attic was a treasure trove of memories, and Emma was determined to uncover them all. As she sorted through the old trunks and boxes, she stumbled upon a cache of love letters, tied with a faded ribbon. The words on the pages spoke of a love that transcended time, and Emma became obsessed with finding the recipient.
By Tariq Pathan 6 months ago in Writers
i don’t know who i am; i just know who i’m not. Top Story - August 2025.
One time, in kindergarten, my teacher was fed up with how talkative my class was being—aside from me, because with my anxiety and people-pleasing tendencies combined, I was always on my best behavior. That day, I was the only one allowed to participate in our daily “rest” period, where we would relax and snack on whatever our parents packed for us and chat with each other. I was usually always silent during these, not really having many friends at the time. But that day, at the teacher’s command, the entire room was silent. The rest of my classmates sat there, heads in their arms in the dark, staring at me as I crunched on my goldfish and drank my little water bottle, feeling every bit as awkward as I was oddly proud of being the only one who had followed the rules.
By angela hepworth6 months ago in Writers
