Inspiration
A Memory Never Forgotten.. Content Warning.
My siblings always wanted to play out, but it was rare that I could as much step outside without being bullied. I spent many long days in my room engrossed in reading as many books as I could in a day, usually around six to seven books. I would wake up in the mornings on weekends when I didn't have school, and sit in my room writing anything from one-liners to a whole writing pad full of scribbles, sentences, stories, and poems which didn't often make any sense to anyone but me. I had often imagined becoming one of the great children's literary writers whose books were always in the shop windows with the words 'best seller' written on the front cover.
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Writers
They say books are the window to knowledge, but why are people lazy to read them!
Books have lengthy been regarded as valuable sources of knowledge, wisdom, and insight. They provide a window into different worlds, cultures, and ideas, imparting an possibility for private increase and intellectual expansion. Yet, in today's fast-paced digital age, many humans locate themselves reluctant to choose up a e book and immerse themselves in its pages. This article delves into the motives at the back of the paradox of knowledge, exploring why some humans are lazy to examine books no matter their sizeable benefits.
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Writers
A Thank You to the Librarian's Friend
Since I was four years old, it was well known that I was quite the storyteller. Playtime was about the worlds for my toys to inhabit and the adventures they went on. At night, I would fall asleep in the middle of grand tales I would whisper in the dark.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Writers
When the Pencil Hit the Paper
When I was young, I never understood writing for fun. It honestly just happened. I never sat at the kitchen table pondering potential themes and stories, never created characters and explored their arcs at the familiar and sacred space of my desk. I had a pile of journals that I loved to collect, but never write in, and occasionally I’d sift through and find the prettiest one and just - wing it. At the age I was, I never recognized it as a hobby. I never recognized plot points or utilized character sheets, never made outlines, or even went back and edited what I wrote. I’d open the journal, pick up a pencil, and just write what was on my mind. And somehow, as an 11-year-old, was able to string together enough words and thoughts to create stories - not very flushed out - but they were stories nonetheless.
By Nicole Fenn2 years ago in Writers
Writing a Book in 30 Days
There is a plethora of resources that support the idea of writing a book in a month. If you search for “Write a book in 30 days” on Amazon, you get dozens of results. The National Novel Writing Month is based on the idea of writing a book in a month.
By R.S. Sillanpaa2 years ago in Writers
Life after death is different from life in the world
The thinking of lifestyles after death has fascinated and confused humanity for centuries. In cultures, religions, and trust structures around the world, there is a prevailing thought that lifestyles after demise is basically distinct from life in the world. In this article, we will explore the a number perspectives on the big difference between lifestyles after loss of life and earthly existence, delving into the rich tapestry of beliefs, philosophies, and religious traditions that have formed our appreciation of this profound concept.
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Writers
The Story In It. Top Story - September 2023.
Writing began for me after I received my first lock diary. The kind children get at school book fairs or prizes at school carnivals or raffles. That is where I got mine. It had a cheap lock with a small key that opened it. The cover was white with little colorful heart's all over it. The pages were white with black lines, but the edges of the pages were gold. I would write in it when extremely happy, sad or mad. I could say it all, get everything out. Next, I started writing random ideas related to music or movies. Things I saw out in the world or interesting tidbits I heard. Those were my first legitimate writings. My later diaries would house compilations of poems mixed in with daily happenings. My grandmother wrote in a journal/Diary every night, almost religiously. As a child, I think I mimicked this. Later, I respected it for the process and record I could revisit. Possibly, I often thought, others could even find meaning in the writings after I was dead and gone. After all, we all hope to leave our own unique mark in the world, however small or insignificant. However, I consider one short story my first real story. I will share it below.
By simplicity2 years ago in Writers
