Life

22
11:50 10 minutes left to understand the meaning of what 21 was for me. I accomplished so much in a span of 364 days, and yet, nothing at all.
By Angel Adagio3 years ago in Writers
The Enchanted Song of Solara
In a land far from the pages of common tales, nestled beneath the canopy of an ancient forest, there thrived a community like no other. This mystical hamlet was known as "Solara." Here, the very essence of existence was woven into music, and every resident was gifted with a unique, enchanted instrument.
By Elizabeth3 years ago in Writers
Is It Too Late To Ask
Stench of alcohol and weed was in the air that day. Small groups of people kept pouring in as time was slowly passing by under the summer heat. She was among them, tagging along with some friends. Always on the go, ready to see what life has to offer.
By Henrikh S3 years ago in Writers
Through Time & Evolution: My Journey as a Writer
As I sit down to embark on this poignant journey through my writing history, it feels like stepping into a time machine fueled by words and emotions. I'm transported to the moment when I penned my very first piece, a moment laden with innocence and dreams. It's a voyage through my own words and emotions, culminating in an intimate reflection on how I've evolved as a writer over the years.
By Jaslynn3 years ago in Writers
The Enigmatic Echoes
The Enigmatic Echoes Chapter 1: The Invitation The day started like any other for Detective Amelia Sullivan. The sun had just begun its ascent over the city, casting long shadows on the cobblestone streets. Amelia, a tall and determined woman in her early forties, lived for her job. She sipped her coffee as she reviewed the morning paper. An invitation to the grand opening of the "Mysterious Mansion" had caught her eye.
By jay throck3 years ago in Writers
I Love You So Much
In a land long time ago, in the bustling heart of Abuja, the capital of the country, Nigeria, where every woman specs can be found. There was a man named David. He was a dedicated nine-to-five corporate warrior, clad in tailored suits and armed with an unwavering commitment to his job. David's life was regimented, and his routine was his sanctuary. He thrived on structure and predictability.
By Tina Ibekwe3 years ago in Writers
I Don't Remember Her Name
I don't remember her name. But I remember the light as we ran down a rickety staircase and I remember the shapeshifting statues and how someone was the chosen one.
By lucyjb3 years ago in Writers
Sinking Ships. Top Story - September 2023.
Every drunken kiss gets abducted by the abyss of misconceived thoughts that fool us into believing we have a genuine connection.
By Rebekah BT3 years ago in Writers
Exploring the Wonders & Mysteries of Amazon
Rainforest"The Amazon rainforest, often referred to as the "lungs of the Earth," is a vast and enchanting ecosystem that has captivated the imagination of scientists, explorers, and adventurers for centuries. It's a place of incredible biodiversity, ancient mysteries, and unique stories waiting to be uncovered. In this journey through the heart of the Amazon, we'll delve into its most fascinating aspects, from the intricate world of Devil's Gardens to enigmatic geoglyphs and the elusive Amazon pink river dolphins.
By Shamsi Aziz Hadwani3 years ago in Writers
Scheming and Thirst for Power: Steven McKnight's Post-9/11 Literature
I’ve written—albeit not well—since I could first clutch a pencil in my little ravioli fist; my mother tells me stories about how before that even happened, I would sit on my grandma’s lap and tell her stories. I have no idea what these stories were about; nobody will tell me. Obviously there is material there that I can use now, and it’s a shame it remains inaccessible to me. That being said, those years are over, and there’s no use mourning something I don’t even remember, right?
By Steven Christopher McKnight3 years ago in Writers
Falling in Love Again
The scent of freshly bloomed roses filled the air as Emma stood in front of the small flower shop. She hesitated for a moment before pushing open the creaky wooden door. The little bell above the door chimed, announcing her arrival.
By Mentor okafor3 years ago in Writers
A stronger writer
Writing has become a part of me, having a journal in my bag is something that is just common knowledge about me. The first time I wrote, and I mean really sat down with my blue and white summer themed stationery my grandmother gave me in order to send her letters, I remember feeling pressure of having the right words. I was so worried that I would spell something wrong, or not have the proper grammar because I mean this was my grandmother we were talking about, the queen of etiquette!
By Emma Jane3 years ago in Writers