I have decided to reopen that book— the one I abandoned, early last summer, heeding the advice of Suzy and Barbara, and the New York …
The Truth About Writing by Ma. Catalina Jimenez
Writing is waking up in the middle of the night with a sentence, a beginning, hanging from your fingers, the whole story still a mystery. …
Houses by Hannah Harvey
Burgundy bricks and feathers, Will always be symbols of silence to me. We lived in a house built of burgundy bricks. It was a little …
Choosing Between Tea or Poetry by Avantika Singhal
In my house, a cup of tea prepared by the 17-year-old me is appreciated more than my poetry. Strange women with magnifiers instead of eyes …
Strength by Saige Boundonna
I am small…a speck in the grandeur of your life, already a distant dream ……fading …………………….fleeting But you are statuesque and still, a slab of …
The Line by Bradley Samore
There is a line going through us with words on either side confidence or arrogance bravery or stupidity helping or enabling perseverance or foolishness and …
August Writing Challenge: Honorable Mentions — Joy DelGiorno, Zeandri Rautenbach, Ana, Mary Garret, and Alison
These entries from August’s challenge were selected as Honorable Mentions. Those who completed this challenge are now encouraged to share their stories in the comments …
Mother Nature by Mikala Theo
She breathed and the trees sighed in unison, She blinked and the stars flickered back. She laughed and the birds sang along. She touched the …
The Window by Julia Nunnally Duncan
Her chair was placed by the window so she could face the outside though there was nothing much to see but the yard, a tree, …