Challenge

Preservation for Eternal Impact
It is easy to feel as though most of what is said disappears. Words are spoken, written, posted, argued over, and then quickly buried beneath the next wave of noise. Attention moves on. Platforms refresh. What once felt urgent becomes invisible. In that environment, a quiet but persistent question emerges. What actually lasts. And more uncomfortably, what is worth preserving when so much seems to vanish without consequence.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast4 days ago in Writers
John and Paul's Three-Word Haiku/Senryu Unofficial Challenge
Ladies and gentlemen, poets and literary vandals. I bring glad tidings from the land of hope and glory, (Hallelujah!, shout it from the rooftops, etc., etc., exit feckin’ stage left) a fat orange retard and a man whom I'd follow into battle. Well, whom I might follow into a pub fight. Okay, maybe not. (Stage right, then?) But, I'd definitely follow him to the pub if he was going to buy a round or two, John Cox. (Scotland’s on my bucket list … what da ya know bout that?) Oh, and the land of haggis, more scenery than people, Olympic standard swearing, comedy, film, literature, music, dance, beauty, whisky, and me, Paul.
By Paul Stewart5 days ago in Writers
The Lantern in the Rain
Rain had been falling for hours over the coastal town of Bramblewood, a relentless curtain that blurred the edges of every street and alley. Lanterns hung along the cobblestones, their warm glow swallowed by the gray wash of the storm. Only a few brave souls wandered outside, huddled in coats, umbrellas, and hope. Among them was Amina, her coat pulled tight against the wind, eyes fixed on the small, battered lantern she carried—an heirloom from her grandmother, promised to “light the way when darkness falls, even if all seems lost.”
By Omid khan5 days ago in Writers
In Circles
I slip. I fall. You grab my hand and pull me out. I slip. I fall. I sink. Again you grab my hand and pull me out.
By Branislava Gombarevic5 days ago in Writers
I Kept Everyone Together Until No One Noticed Me Falling Apart
I was the one people called when things went wrong. When families argued, I became the bridge. When friends stopped talking, I translated silence into forgiveness. When someone needed a reminder that everything would be okay, I offered it without checking if I believed it myself.
By Salman Writes6 days ago in Writers
About BTS Tickets
It has come to our understanding that alot of us have to wait for what is going on within the tickets for the BTS concert. Some us was fortunate while others was in the grip of scalpers and scammers taking money and also taking tickets and doubling the price. As what I'm expericing in Threads and other social media it's like this year they had doubled time in our chances to even see them wonderful seven men . I was doubting my feelings of it will be easy ,but wasn't really.
By Erica Williams6 days ago in Writers
Confessions of a Former Alcoholic Part 37
I had planned to write about some tactics and useful knowledge I've acquired about people's privacy in this area; however, a number of circumstances have compelled me to add certain lessons I've learned over the years.
By TheNaeth6 days ago in Writers
Unequal Weights and Measures
This article serves as a summary and orienting manifesto for the series “Consent, Consequence, and Moral Symmetry,” which examines responsibility, risk, and justice in modern systems.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast7 days ago in Writers
Essence, Embodiment, and Relational Reality
The Failure of Reduction and the Need for Synthesis There is a persistent failure in many modern attempts to explain what a human being is. Some frameworks reduce the person entirely to matter, insisting that identity, consciousness, morality, and meaning are nothing more than emergent properties of physical processes. Other frameworks move in the opposite direction, detaching spirit from reason and grounding belief in intuition alone, often at the cost of coherence or accountability. Both approaches fail because both misunderstand essence. One denies that essence exists at all. The other treats it as something vague and undefinable.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast7 days ago in Writers
Farah’s Silent Battle: A 17-Year-Old’s Journey Through Loss and Survival in Gaza
On January 19, 2026, in Gaza City, a young girl named Farah Mahmoud al-Kahlud stood before the world, showing the eye she had lost in a brutal attack on her home in Jabalia. At just 17 years old, Farah’s life has been irreversibly altered. In that single moment of violence, she lost not only her leg and her eye but also her parents—the pillars of her childhood and the guardians of her future. What remains is a teenager caught between unbearable grief, physical pain, and the uncertainty of survival in one of the harshest humanitarian crises of our time.
By Salman Writes8 days ago in Writers
Onyx Storm. AI-Generated.
Onyx Storm Chapter One: The Black Storm On a moonless night, the city of Azora was struck by a strange storm. It wasn’t ordinary wind, but a whirlwind of black onyx stones swirling in the sky, whispering ancient voices. People fled in terror, but Liara, the girl with silver eyes, felt the storm calling her by name.
By Alhouci boumizzi8 days ago in Writers
Mutual Aid: A Factor of Evolution
Mutual Aid: A Factor of Evolution is a 1902 collection of anthropological essays by Russian naturalist and anarchist philosopher Peter Kropotkin. The essays, initially published in the English periodical The Nineteenth Century between 1890 and 1896, explore the role of mutually beneficial cooperation and reciprocity (or "mutual aid") in the animal kingdom and human societies both past and present. It is an argument against theories of social Darwinism that emphasize competition and survival of the fittest, and against the romantic depictions by writers such as Jean-Jacques Rousseau, who thought that cooperation was motivated by universal love. Instead, Kropotkin argues that mutual aid has pragmatic advantages for the survival of human and animal communities and, along with the conscience, has been promoted through natural selection.
By New Oasis International Foundation 8 days ago in Writers