Life

A Bench of Autumn Memories
An unassuming seat was located in the center of Central Park, hidden by a cascading canopy of golden leaves that whispered autumnal secrets. Its iron armrests had worn over time, and its hardwood slats carried the stains of countless seasons. Jordan, a vibrant septuagenarian with a heart full of memories, however, saw it as a haven of peace and a treasured memento of her life.
By Barakkah Ibishomi2 years ago in Writers
SMOKED MIRRORS
Once upon a time, in a small village tucked away in the midst of towering mountains, there lived a young girl named Luna. Luna was known for her piercing blue eyes that sparkled like the night sky, but what made her truly unique was her ability to see through the thickest layers of deception. She possessed an extraordinary talent for uncovering hidden truths and exposing the lies that others tried so desperately to keep hidden.
By Anjolaoluwa 2 years ago in Writers
Climate change
TOPICSBiodiversityClimate ChangeClimate SciencePopularUniversity Of Copenhagen By UNIVERSITY OF COPENHAGEN- THE FACULTY OF HEALTH AND MEDICAL SCIENCES SEPTEMBER 25, 2023
By Tonmoy Roy 2 years ago in Writers
The Cosmic Waltz
Once upon a timeless expanse, in the heart of the boundless universe, two celestial entities embarked on a dance that would shape the cosmos itself.
By Diem Le2 years ago in Writers
The Mural
The Mural “Tomorrow I’ll be gone.” Now, laying here in this half empty bed, I keep hearing those words. I didn’t want to accept them and I didn’t want to believe you meant it. It’s not like we haven’t had this conversation before, but it’s us. And this can’t be us.
By Yours Truly, Anisa2 years ago in Writers
The Weight Of Silence
In the small town of Veritas, nestled deep within the rolling hills of an idyllic countryside, a profound silence reigned. Veritas was not just any town; it was a town with a secret, a secret that had been buried for generations. In Veritas, the saying went, “All truth is good to know, but not all truth is good to say.”
By Alpha the great 2 years ago in Writers
I kept hearing my sister whisper even when she’s not around . Content Warning.
I kept hearing my sister whisper even when shes not around, i regret investigating further. It all started when i (M17) was going on a walk in the morning and decided to stop by a coffee shop since i hadn’t eaten breakfast yet and i was the only one in my family awake so i enter the coffee shop but before i order i decide to use the bathroom which was downstairs in the coffee shop so i head down the stairs and it looked very creepy but i needed to use the bathroom so i do but when i exit i hear my sister (who wasn’t even awake let alone be there in the coffee shop) call my name and so i rushed upstairs to the main area of the coffee shop and find nobody who i recognize, just a bunch of strangers so i ignore it and order my coffee and food so an hour later i’m done with my food so i get back home to find everybody still asleep so i decide to check if there is anything interesting on tv but before i switch it on i hear my sister whispering from the kitchen and i go to check it out but i don’t find anything except for the basement door open wide so i look at it from a distance and i can’t see anything but pitch blackness so i decide to ignore it but then i hear more whispering this time from inside the basement so i go to the door shut it and continue my day and i watch tv for hours until i realize nobody is awake yet which is very strange so i go up into my sister’s room and knock but i don’t see anything so i enter and her bed is empty, then i saw something stuffed in the closet, thats when my sisters hand fell out of the closet, i am currently writing this while hiding under a table and i think i hear footsteps
By Luther2 years ago in Writers
Instructions for seeing the Meta Connect 2023 VR showcase
The Meta Connect 2023 VR showcase event commences tomorrow, offering multiple avenues for viewing. The event will be streamed live on Facebook as expected, while also accessible through Meta's Horizon Worlds app using a Quest VR headset. Although the event spans two days, the keynote address will begin on September 27 at 1 PM ET.
By Md Mahmudul Hasan2 years ago in Writers
Acquiescing to Colour: An Anthem
Sometimes, just before I fully sink into the deliciousness of sleep, as I hover on the moistened lip of unconsciousness, I see myself creating the world’s next literary masterpiece. In this vision, I am in a well-lit room, and strewn all over the room are myriad supplies: books, pens, notepads, figuratively epicentred by my confident vision and literally by a standing desk. The world’s next literary masterpiece will be a novel, as much a coming-of-age story as it is a coming-of-art.
By Mesh Toraskar2 years ago in Writers
Letters to Louie
It was late in the fall, he thought to himself as he laid there in the desert sands dreaming of home. Dreaming of what he left behind, enlisting was what his father would have wanted, four generations of Marines, serving their country with gratitude and resilience. It was Tuesday - mail day but usually there was no letter for him, once a month his mother would send him a letter but today was not the day. His friend Dillon was a few feet over messing with his gun, cleaning it and practicing his stance. "Dude you better get out of that sand, those fleas are going to eat you up." Although Louie heard him, he just waved him off not really caring about the fleas at this point. He missed home, he missed her, he couldn't close his eyes without seeing her smile and those hypnotic brown eyes that captured him the very day he met her. Struggling with the decision he had made to push her away, as he felt that at the time he was protecting her from the hurt and pain of the possibility he would not return. Just one letter, just one picture would brighten up his head space.
By Cherilyn2 years ago in Writers
Digging Up Chapters and Short Stories
One of my favorite poets of all time is the winner of the Noel Prize in Literature (1995) Irish Literary Legend, Seamus Heaney. Whereas another great legend Ted Hughes wrote the poem 'The Thought Fox' to describe how he goes about writing a poem, Heaney wrote the poem 'Digging' to describe his choice to be a poet, instead of following his father's footsteps, digging for peat in an Irish bog.
By Liam Ireland2 years ago in Writers
Whispers beneath the green hills
Echo in the ancient winds I wander through familiar fields My heart brimming with endless homely love Rice fields dance in the morning dew
By Alex2 years ago in Writers