Inspiration
Threads of Destiny: When Everyday Objects Weave Extraordinary Stories.
In a world bustling with constant motion and endless consumption, it's easy to overlook the extraordinary stories hidden within the seemingly mundane objects that fill our lives. As I gazed at the worn-out typewriter resting on my grandmother's desk, little did I know that unraveling its history would lead me to a journey of unexpected revelations and profound connections.
By David Kolawole3 years ago in Writers
What Stories Should We Tell?
Reposted for Vocal's new Writers community. What stories are we allowed to tell? I would argue this question is as old as what constitutes literature and is especially provocative in our current socio-political climate. Everyone has a story inside them, but what stories are you allowed to tell? How far are you allowed to share them? With fiction, this is a complicated question. It can lead to angry fans who claim you did not portray a culture or gender correctly. It can lead to backlash from individuals who find an experience too narrow, even if it relates to your own experiences. However, creative nonfiction comes with its own problems as well. In some ways, the questions are more intense because nonfiction writers are bearers of truth. They discuss real people and real stories, which creates ramifications about everything they write. So, the ramifications don’t just land on them, but on other people as well. The truth is enough, but when is the truth too much? When do we hold back? When do we plow forward? What are willing to give up to have our stories told? The truth is not simple. It is complicated. But, sometimes a story just needs to be told. We decide what stories we are allowed to tell by deciding what is most important to us in our pursuits of the truth.
By C.M. Vazquez3 years ago in Writers
"Kindness is a language that everyone understands."
In a bustling city named Harmonyville, nestled between the towering skyscrapers and busy streets, lived a diverse community of people. Each day, they navigated through their routines, rushing from one task to another, lost in the whirlwind of their lives. Amidst this fast-paced world, there was a small park known as Serenity Park. It was a haven of tranquility and a testament to the idea that kindness was a language that everyone understands.
By Aimin Share3 years ago in Writers
Fantastic Story, Terrible Delivery. Top Story - August 2023.
Sometime in early 2019, I decided I'd had enough breaks from writing. I found an online school claiming to help you write a 50k word novel in six months if you followed their program. I signed up, met some cool people, and started really writing. As it turned out, the classes were crap, but the people I met changed my life.
By Kenny Penn3 years ago in Writers
ThatWriterGirl
How many times have said I love to read, or I love to write? Probably too many to count honestly. I was called a "nerd" when I was in school. I loved to do schoolwork. I loved (and still love actually) anything that had to do with reading or writing. It was a treat when I got to do both! I know. With all that being said, I have been writing for a long time. I say that a lot here too, lol. What was my first piece? Well, which first are we talking about exactly? Do you mean my first poem? Perhaps, we are talking about my first short story. Maybe my first published work. I do suppose though, if either of those things are what was meant, it would have been specifically stated, right? So, my first work ever it is! That really takes me back. I started seriously writing in high school. I mostly wrote poetry then. The poems I would write were all based on my life events and situations. Whatever I was going through or feeling in that moment went into a poem. I saved them all. I have a box that I keep them in. I go back to read them from time to time. It is such a stroll down memory lane. Not all the memories are good though. Some of the poems are painful. Some poems are sad, others are angry. I wish I had dated them all. Only some have a date. Since I wrote them though, I immediately know the situation that was occurring during whatever poem I am reading: break-ups, friend fights, drama from school or work. I have come a long way. When I say that, I mean I have come a long way mentally, physically, emotionally and as a writer.
By Latoya Giles 3 years ago in Writers
My First Ever Piece
As a child, I remember starting a few stories only to end up not finishing them for whatever reason. It was only when I became an adult that I consistently began to end my stories. However, there is one story that I wrote from my childhood that I was able to finish. It was a very short story, a children’s book in all honesty, but a finished written piece nevertheless.
By Rebecca Patton3 years ago in Writers
