Life
Neighbours
The end of the row was dominated by the red brick, iron-railed schools. The small infant school was separated by a central drive from the Juniors, the lair of the terrifying Miss Chudleigh, “Ugly Chugly” we called her, but not if she was in earshot. At the top of the drive was the Secondary Modern, where they put your head down the bog and pulled the chain.
By Keith Butlerabout 18 hours ago in Writers
I want to run
It was 6:15. He had been watching the digits change since 5:37. He would get up, he liked an early start for his long run of the week. His wife and kids were used to his early morning routines. His wife was long past caring, and the kids now seemed oblivious even to his presence. They would all carry on doing their own things.
By Keith Butlerabout 18 hours ago in Writers
Memories Return Again and Again, Unfolding Like Fragrances from Tales Long Lived
On the morning the old house was to be sold, Elias found a cedar box tucked beneath the attic window. Dust hovered in the pale light like unsettled thoughts. The house had stood empty for three years, ever since his mother’s passing, and yet it still carried her presence, faint but insistent. He had come only to sort through the last of her things. Sign the papers. Lock the door.
By Ajan Lori Abeia day ago in Writers
This Is How To Build An Audience For Your Book While You're Writing And Editing It
When I published my first book on Amazon, I made one fatal mistake. Ok, sure, there were a couple of big mistakes, a dozen small ones, but there was one that was my kryptonite. And I know I'm not the only one who has done this.
By Ellen Francesa day ago in Writers
On blood moons, fantasy novels and the overwhelming feeling of what's the fucken point
Honestly, what's the fucken point? From the opposite side of the world, I recently tried to convince my sister that creative, artistic endeavours were still a worthwhile use of her time.
By Roderick Makima day ago in Writers
Unicorn Sightings (4/?)
Marion Sylverset’s journal — May 15th: I was called in to analyze footage today. I must say I was surprised. As the zoologist, I do comb over the preserve’s footage every two weeks to observe the wildlife’s uninterrupted interactions. But I just did that four days ago.
By Gabriel Shames2 days ago in Writers
Why Golf Is a Powerful Teacher of Emotional Stability
Golf is one of the few sports where the greatest battle takes place not against an opponent, but within the mind. Each round requires patience, discipline, and a calm response to unpredictable challenges. The quiet environment, long pauses between shots, and high degree of precision expose a player’s emotional patterns more clearly than almost any other activity.
By Jeb Kratzig3 days ago in Writers
