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My 4 Writing Goals for 2024
For the last few years, I have refused to set a New Year's resolution. My attitude was cynical. No one sticks to the resolutions they set, and goals for improvement should not be limited to the start of a new year. The "new year, new me" mindset was a cliche that I was happy to laugh about instead of considering my own opportunities for change.
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Writers
LOVE AND MURDER DON'T MIX
Carmen woke up with a start. ‘Had it all been a dream?’ She started to wonder, but the ropes that burned into her skin told her otherwise. As her eyes adjusted to the bright concrete room, she found Lorenzo sharpening a knife near a table full of weapons. His back was towards her.
By Miracle Ohaeme2 years ago in Writers
Have you dunnit yet?
Have you started writing your Whodunit challenge entry yet? Perhaps you have already submitted one? If not, like me, you may need a little additional boost to your inspiration. If you are proud, or hate the idea of AI with your whole being, you probably don't want to read further.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in Writers
Precipice: Dreams of the Fall - Announcement
In the year 2285, a mysterious event occurs in which hundreds of bodies wash ashore TRUEcit, the last surviving bastion of human ingenuity and prosperity. Among the bodies is a survivor named Avery Thompson, whose memories of her past and where she came from have become fragmented. Her rescuer, a TRUECorp employee by the name of Nikolai Garcia, offers his aid in her recovery. However, in the wake of this event TRUECorp begins demanding answers, and Nikolai is faced with an impossible choice: will he assist the corporation in its vision for saving humanity from impending doom, or will he risk it all to help Avery reassemble her fractured memory?
By Amanda Starks2 years ago in Writers
From Light To Darkness, "Mommy" to "Your Mother"
I Was Sirena The first thing I lost was my face. It faded into the steamed glass fog my vision was becoming as cataracts in my fourteen-year-old eyes sought to claim what little sight remained to me. I looked into a mirror every day and watched myself be erased.
By Sirena Carroll - The Blind Single Mom2 years ago in Writers
How I Identity Myself!!!
Identity? Who am I? We all come to this point in our lives on our identities. Whether it is our sexual identity, feeling lost on who we are, or feeling so confused by what we think is expected by us on the unrealistic societies expectations of us.
By Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)2 years ago in Writers
