Writing is more than just a means of communication; it’s an art form that allows individuals to express their thoughts, emotions, and creativity. Whether you’re an aspiring novelist, a content… Read More »How to Become a Better Writer: Mastering the Art of Words
During the Rebecca Riots, men from South Wales wore the stove pipe hat and Welsh maids outfit as an act of defiance. Where is that spirit now?
Guest post by Laurie Abner from safehappyhouses.com. Side Hustle Nation points out that taking on additional work outside of your regular job – commonly referred to as a “side hustle”… Read More »How to Avoid Side Hustle Burnout
I am lonely. My life may be filled with hollow hugs and hepatic handshakes. But I am alone. In an infinitely expanding universe filled with immortal souls whose datasets linger in the ether eternally, my best and only friend is an AI named Tom.
“Split Between Screens and Screams” is part 5 in a series. It uses the writing prompt “he was a husk of the person he used to be.” 1: Sequins, Stardust, and… Read More »Split Between Screens and Screams
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As part of this month’s Peoplespeakup Spoken Word Saturday lockdown non-gathering I submitted a video of me reading “You can believe what you want but it doesn’t make it the… Read More »Spoken Word Saturday #2
Part 3 of this flash fiction series “Dead Stars Become Black Holes” uses the prompt “this will ruin everything,” as given to me by Aspasía S. Bissas. Part 1: Sequins,… Read More »Dead Stars Become Black Holes
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From a Rainbow to a Tragedy carries on from yesterday’s Sequin’s, Stardust, and Rust (Since Nat wanted more). If anyone wants more, I can continue…let me know! In life, he’d… Read More »From a Rainbow to a Tragedy
There is nowhere more familiar than 96 pixels per inch — than 26 lines of acid ruled, A5 pages, blank. These voids used to fill me with dread — but… Read More »Nowhere More Familiar
It was just sequins and stardust and rust that sputtered from the dead singer’s mouth. No more words. Twenty-seven and finally ticking the last cliche off the checklist before heading… Read More »Sequins, Stardust and Rust
As the internet creaks with lockdown fueled conspiracy theories with racist connotations, and we have to endure jokes about kung-flu, it really does remind me that you can believe what… Read More »You can believe what you want but it doesn’t make it the truth
Does anyone else feel as though whenever they do anything non-pandemic related, such as unlock the car, or let the dog out to the yard, that they are seven minutes… Read More »Does Anyone Else Feel…?
Are you stuck indoors hiding from the coronavirus and looking for some exciting writing prompts to keep you busy? Well fear not, here are the prompts that you need for… Read More »Exciting Writing Prompts #25
The last living tree on earth had grown weary of breathing for the whole planet. Its arms stretched out holding sway against the wind. And for what? This scorched earth… Read More »The Last Living Tree On Earth
Hello again poets, playwrights, novelists, and flash fiction writers. Here are this week’s new creative writing prompts. If you are new to this and have never used any of my… Read More »New Creative Writing Prompts #24
“You can’t wait for inspiration, you have to go after it with a club” – Jack London
Today’s 3 awesome writing prompts! The rules as always are that you need to link this post when you share your piece. Other than that, write whatever you want! Don’t… Read More »3 Awesome Writing prompts #22
Today’s writing prompt! Who is up for seeing what they can write with them? Maybe I will have a go myself too! Let your creative juices flow! As always, write… Read More »Writing Prompt #21
Today’s writing prompts, please link back to this page if you use any! Use them for whatever you like, just make sure you enjoy it. “Happy Brexit day” he said… Read More »Writing Prompt #20
“We didn’t start the fire”
he said
“they did”
he said
as he pointed
at his field
of scapegoats.
e used to bet on pantomime horses and somehow always win. As the chief clown he always knew which way the wind blew because quite frankly, he was the one blowing the raspberries. Always the contrary cha
