Life
Torn Pages
The words of my first story are forever lost in a landfill somewhere on Long Island. Maybe they still exist, if they haven't already been burned to ashes layered into the quickly forgotten history of mundane life. The pages disintegrated, piled on top of each other, just discarded trivial pieces of everyday life from more than twenty years ago.
By Alyssa Musso2 years ago in Writers
"Enchanted Aeries: The Winged Unicorns of Wonder". Content Warning.
**Enchanted Aeries: The Winged Unicorns of Wonder** Once upon a time, in a realm beyond the clouds, there existed a land of pure enchantment called "Enchanted Aeries." It was a place where dreams took flight and imagination knew no bounds. Here, amidst the soft pastel skies and twinkling stars, lived the Winged Unicorns of Wonder – ethereal beings with wings as delicate as gossamer and horns that shimmered like stardust.
By Esse Naeemah Ali2 years ago in Writers
That Poem I Wrote when I was 12
The first piece of writing that was very important to me personally was a rhyming poem, not the first poem I ever wrote, but the first one I went through the process and re-reading and editing a few times through. It was the first poem I wanted to be proud of, the first poem I wanted to share with others. I was 12 years old, and I had recently fallen in love with reading. I had a reading assignment in school, I don’t remember the book, but I know I went through it fast and talked about it a lot with my Mom, who had her own life-long love of reading fiction and literature. She saw a spark in me and gave me her copy of To Kill a Mockingbird and said, “Let’s see how you do with this book.” Harper Lee’s novel is not exactly written for 12-year-olds with its heavy themes of racism, ethics, and the law, but I managed her prose and vocabulary and found myself captivated by the story and its young narrator, Scout. I loved it. I loved the experience of escapism and learning at the same time.
By Julia Jankowski2 years ago in Writers
Disappearing Woman. Top Story - September 2023.
"Disappearing Woman In silence, she's been bound She's here, but gone without a trace Nowhere to be found" The hot, summer sun beat through the window of my bedroom, the song of cicadas leading my small, clumsy hands in their creaking ballad of inspiration. Britney Spears smiled down at me from a poster above my white, wicker desk, her pigtails adorned with tufts of white feathers, beaming a porcelain smile that had yet to crack under the pressure of stardom.
By Christiane Winter2 years ago in Writers
The unbreakable bond
Morning at 4:00 AM: Kathleen stirred from her slumber, roused by the plaintive cries of Shivli's calf. Shivli, her faithful cow, seemed to have an insomniac calf who made it a nightly ritual to disrupt their peaceful sleep. Kathleen muttered in frustration, "This shivli and her calf never lets us sleep in peace. Soon, my own child will be awake because of this racket." She glanced at her son, Jack, nestled contentedly beside his father.
By Gouri Murmu2 years ago in Writers
JENNIFER. Content Warning.
**Jennifer: The Ancient Tapestry of a Name** In the heart of a quaint village nestled between rolling hills and lush meadows, there lived a young woman named Jennifer. Her name carried with it a rich tapestry of ancient meanings and a spiritual significance that seemed to guide her path through life.
By Esse Naeemah Ali2 years ago in Writers
Neon Unicorns
I was young. Grade school young. I knew writing was fun. My father and I did my language arts homework every night, and my favorite assignments always included writing our own stories. I come from a long line of storytellers. People with imagination and creativity woven into their bones. My grandad could easily weave a tale so fascinating, I never minded when he repeated one twice (or three or four times).
By Abigail Adams -The Mad Cow Mob Boss2 years ago in Writers
