I started speaking around the age of one. But the words weren’t very profound, no; they were nothing more than letters clumped together. Monosyllabic sounds flowed out of my small brain and lodged themselves in the air. Around the age of three, I started making sentences, to the point that I could talk to my […]
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I spend a lot of time watching movies and reading books. I love being able to leave my normal world, escaping into the life of someone completely different for a few hours. Fiction is lovely, but it is fiction. I’ve spent every summer for the past few years waiting for something amazing to happen — going on a […]
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These 100-word stories from June’s challenge were selected as Honorable Mentions. Those who complete this challenge are now encouraged to share their stories in the comments section of the “June Writing Challenge.” Jayvee De Castro 21 Philippines In Theaters This Coming… Fluid movements, the right speech, the delivery, the angles brought about by the […]
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Her blood is saturated with sunbeams and her bones brittle thin and from her skin arises the musky scent of paper and smoky vanilla fire. There’s a bottle of ink spilled over her fingers and twenty- six letters carved into her skull. They rearrange, remix themselves into a different world, a different time, a different […]
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Whenever I think about how I discovered my passion for writing, I know it always comes down to the day that my parents gave me my first fairy tale book. I remember being so absorbed in reading the stories and wondering if I could write my own in the future. With this in mind, I started to write […]
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Drew Daywalt is the talented author of the amazing children’s book The Day the Crayons Quit, a New York Times bestseller that can keep both children and adults entertained. I was so excited when he agreed to answer some questions for Germ, and I was even more excited when I read his responses. If you’re like me, never knowing […]
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Katherine Mansfield once said, “Looking back, I was always writing. Twaddle it was, too. But far better to write twaddle or anything, anything, than nothing at all.” I have good friends who are good writers, but some of them are so terrified of writing anything bad or imperfect that they just don’t write. Ever. One […]
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On my grandmother’s front porch where we gathered on Sunday afternoons, Paul seemed to be the most relaxed of uncles, pipe stem poised in his mouth only to be pulled out for a few quiet responses, his voice low and slow. He sat in a metal lawn chair at the far end of the porch, […]
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