Challenge
Challenging Myself To Challenges
The empty page. The blinking insertion point. The pure, brilliant white void that stares deep into your soul, beckoning for your call. The sheer scope of possibilities, formats and genres can overload the brain until it implodes and is left as empty as the paper in front of you. Writers block can become, if you allow it, an insurmountable obstacle if not broken down.
By Tasha McIntosh2 years ago in Writers
Unloved stories
Posting this in response to the wonderful Paul Stewart's fabulous Be Your Own Advocate challenge. I thought it would be easier to explain my choices in a separate story space, rather than to cram my blathering into a comment on Paul's story. Anyways, here is a link to the challenge:
By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in Writers
Prompted: #5
INTRODUCTION It's time for another Writer's Challenge! I present you with Prompted #5. On the heels of an exciting fiction challenge, the pendulum is swinging back to poetry. The last poetry challenge was a tough one, with rather complex requirements. Although it generated some great entries, the participation dropped considerably.
By Randy Baker2 years ago in Writers
THE POWER OF PERSONAL WRITING !
Whether personal writing has already revealed you its wonder or you are just setting out on your excursion, the article will give you a road map and decent gear for it. The necessity of efficient personal writing. Personal writing is more than writing texts: it is how you acquire the key to your true self. Writing about loves is how you start doing artistic compression, cleansing, and ratifying your loves: the one that revs your engine, the one that makes you full, the one that makes you move along. It can also be a great tool of character-building. Common struggles. Fear of vulnerability. Fear of self-distrust. Fear of misarticulating one’s words.
By Neli Ivanova2 years ago in Writers
Walking on...Winners
Well we had quite the collection! From metaphorical daydreams to gilded splinters and starlight, we went quite the journey. As ever the calibre was high, the voting was tough and we appreciate all who entered (and those who didn't).
By River and Celia in Underland 2 years ago in Writers
The Keeper of Dreams
Sarah couldn’t call her nights. Every time she gave it a thought, it was the priority crawl to the same, but notions, gentle image. It was with her for months now – too many months – but it was a frame, but away from her reach was its core. All of the nights began in nearly the same way. It was autumn, and she stood on the edge of an old forest. Trees were tall and impressive, with them casting a procession that was majestic in its tranquillity. It was cloudy later in her vision. She couldn’t see past five meters ahead. The only thing that was certain was gentle rustling of the wind somewhere far from her, through the branches of a tree. The trail was thin, barely a line in the darkness, but she knew – she was drawn to it. It was still, but it was cold. As she walked, the trail became colder, and the darkness around became denser. The branches became closer to her, snapping and creaking in the wind, but there was nothing more than the noise of wind in the branches. They were over the path, so close she saw their branches she shivered. The cold did not take her that way – it was the dread. She knew. She knew it was soon. And yet she could not stop it. It was a clearing, just old, dry grass. That was aplled with old stones. So old, they forgot how to new be. And the figure. Dark, it was. Who knew how she saw its eyes from under the hood and darkness – but it was red. Red streaks of such a shade in the darkness stemming from the figure’s eyes. Gaping, horribly as if taking far more than possible. Taking far more than possible. And she was afraid. And every night the dream continued past her dream’s end – and she remained there.
By Neli Ivanova2 years ago in Writers
The official in the other helicopter gave insights concerning raisi's helicopter crash . Content Warning.
Gholam Hossein Ismaili, the head of staff of the Iranian president, has focused on what occurred before the helicopter conveying Iranian President Ibrahim Raisi crashed. Ismaili was in one more helicopter close to the one conveying Raisi and Abdullahian upon the arrival of the episode.
By Anis Ahmed Siddeque2 years ago in Writers
