Writing Exercise
Beautiful banana palms…
Please may I leave the table? I ask, baby blue eyes wide, guileless. Yes, when you’ve eaten all your food! I grumpily toss my golden curls, glaring at my plate. No way will I eat this for breakfast! Not rubbery tripe swimming in a pool of crunchy onion, white sauce! Sneakily, fork piled high with yummy potato, remaining mess thinly spread across the plate and hidden under my cutlery, I repeat my request.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶8 months ago in Writers
¿What happened to my friend the bronco?
One day, here, on the edge of the abyss—steep, carved into unfathomable ground—I pause to wonder what became of me. What happened to that fragment of a being so sensitive, who, amazed by the subtlest act the universe could offer, stood content and grateful before it?
By Leonardo Alberca8 months ago in Writers
From Blank Page to Bookshelf: My Self-Publishing Journey
Chapter 1: The Idea That Wouldn’t Let Go I didn’t set out to be an author. I was 29, working a 9-to-5 in customer service, writing ideas on the back of receipts during slow shifts. Like a lot of people, I had “Write a book someday” on my bucket list. It felt romantic, mysterious, and almost impossible. I told myself I wasn’t ready. That I wasn’t qualified. That I didn’t have time.
By Fazal Hadi8 months ago in Writers










