Challenge
When I Decided to Become a Writer
At times, I envision the short life of the writer who inhabits my mind as that of a superhero, a fool in tights chasing a dream. And, like any self-respecting masked buffoon, he also has a captivating origin story. I have often found myself recounting it because I believe it explains how words began to matter in my life.
By Alessandro La Martina3 years ago in Writers
Sandy
The first story I ever wrote: I was in the 4th grade. I was not the type of kid that would take an assignment just the way it was given. I would always like to go 2 or 3 steps beyond what was said. For example, when asked to draw a picture of a house, in 3rd grade, I drew the floor plan and what the house would look like from different sides.
By David E. Perry3 years ago in Writers
The Republican' Quest for the 2024 US Election
Selecting a candidate for the 2024 presidential election in the United States is a complex and multifaceted process for the Republican Party, often referred to as the GOP (Grand Old Party). This selection process is a critical step in the party's strategy to regain the presidency and shape the future direction of the nation. To understand how Republicans go about this, we'll delve into the various aspects of candidate selection, including the primary and caucus system, potential candidates, and the issues that may shape the 2024 nomination.
By Godswill Dugbo3 years ago in Writers
Disorderly Conduct
When I reached the fourth grade, I found myself in Georgia in an inner-city school. As the only "white girl" there, except for my cousin who was in kindergarten, my school life was difficult at best. I'd get up in the morning, work the farm, then get dressed for school. I walked down the dirt road to the bus stop and spent the next 7 hours defending myself. Life was just hard. My parents had recently split and it landed us in poverty-ville USA, on a piece of ground my mother's family endearingly called a farm, even though we barely grew anything more than dirt and misery.
By Veronica Coldiron3 years ago in Writers
Count Dracumite
Tongue sticking from between milk teeth, I carefully dragged a steaming tea bag across the paper; I wanted it to look old. I wanted it to have the 'mysterious book found in an old library, filled with secrets' kind of feeling. My mum sometimes tells people I am a born writer; this is not true. I am a born storyteller - writing, as a hobby and daily pursuit, came long after this moment.
By S. A. Crawford3 years ago in Writers
Reflection
"This is a GREAT story! You should be a writer, honey!" The compliment felt great, but even at eight years old, there was plenty of skepticism stirring within. I bashfully accepted the compliment with gratitude, but did not have the intrinsic belief that this skill was one I could pursue as a career. Besides, I needed to get outside and play soccer.
By Brandon Phifer3 years ago in Writers
Campfire Stories
Campfire stories. We have all heard them. We have all told at least one. They send chills down our spines, making us scared to sleep at night. Parents, siblings, friends, and camp counselors have told us. The scarier they are, the more we love them.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Writers
Microwave Toast
Reader’s Digest has my first gut punch, heartfelt writing piece published in their Best Life Stories book entitled “Microwave Toast”. It can also be found on Audio Books now. It was written several years after my husband passed away at the age of 58 from Early Parkinson’s Disease and a rare form of dementia diagnosed at the age of 49.
By Barbara Gode Wiles3 years ago in Writers
The Poem That Made Me a Poet
It started as an assignment. I was in my second year at Western Washington University, and was lucky enough to snag the last seat in Jane Wong’s class on food writing. The course focused on our connection to food. How it inspires us, challenges us, fills us with nutrients and love.
By Katherine J. Zumpano3 years ago in Writers
Casino Addictions, Memories
In the dimly lit corners of memory's labyrinth, there exists a relic of my literary infancy. A story, earnestly penned during my youth, beckons like a whisper from the past. It tells of a rainy day in a nameless town, of souls ensnared in the allure of a casino's neon-lit illusions, and of lives entangled in the threads of fate, or perhaps misfortune. As I revisit this embryonic creation, it awakens emotions I had long buried beneath the layers of time.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR3 years ago in Writers
From Innocence to Insight: Navigating the Nuances
In the soft glow of youth, during the tumultuous transition to a freshman in high school, I ventured into the realm of self-expression through my first ever written piece. It wasn't an assignment or a task, but a self-inflicted venture into vulnerability—a love poem. Raw and unfettered, it was inspired by a boy who unknowingly occupied a significant space in my adolescent heart. Every line, dripping with youthful exuberance, was a testament to the sheer intensity of a first crush.
By M Dannenfelser3 years ago in Writers
