There’s something I’ve been thinking about lately, and it’s been sitting with me in a way I can’t ignore anymore. I’ve always believed that fiction, no matter how polished or dramatic, is never completely

I came across this writing challenge on Substack with the prompt: Write about a time when you were afraid that you would fail at something. How did you conquer your fear? Funny enough, I only remember

It has often seemed to me that life, in all its curious arrangements, demands from us a kind of faith we scarcely understand, an expectation of things not yet seen, and a preparation for moments that have

It’s honestly funny how I have now crawled back to K-dramas like I didn’t say I was done with romance in my 2025 new year resolution. I can’t keep up with that particular resolution anymore because I had

The sun hung lazily in the sky, and the house felt unusually quiet. I stepped out of the kitchen, holding a small silver bowl of cat food, tapping it gently with a spoon as I called out for Tiger. The

It’s been like forever since I dedicated time to watch series, not to even talk of K-dramas. I just got bored with those things but it seems I am back on bullshit again and I kinda love it because trust

At this point, I’m not even pretending anymore, this is a full-blown Freida McFadden phase. You know when you keep going back to an author because they’ve trained your brain to expect chaos? Yeah, that.

Spring blossoms followed her from country to country, as if the world was cheering her on. At first, she thought it was mere coincidence, until she began paying attention. After a six-hour flight, Porsche

I was scrolling through X this week when I came across a post by a 22-year-old woman who was simply expressing her discomfort with men aged 30 and above approaching her. I laughed when I first saw it and

“You know this is your constitutional crisis, right?” That’s what my reflection casually said to me with so much weight that I couldn’t ignore. She went on, almost like she was explaining something obvious.

Rain had a way of rearranging the forest. After rainfall, roots usually surface where there had been none and puddles would take up familiar grounds, the air thick and the earth soft and rich. I had gone

There are days when life tastes like lemon, almost too vivid on the tongue. Days that wake you abruptly, and it has shoved in your face a sour honesty, swearing not to be softened or sweetened. On such

Today was another one of those days where I felt completely unmotivated to write, until I took a walk with my mom to her farm. There used to be a forest along the path to my mom’s farm. The forest was

There’s this book that has me completely wrapped around its fingers. I’ve been reading it slowly, and that’s not because I’m busy, but because I don’t want it to end too soon. Still, it hasn’t let me think

I’ve noticed something about action/crime films. A lot of them promise high stakes but forget to give you a reason to actually care. Explosions happen, people chase each other through cities, bullets fly,

Describe the perfect afternoon for you. Where would it be? What would you be doing? Tell us the details that would make it perfect! A perfect afternoon for me is quiet. I don’t mean in loneliness but there’s

I remember during my uni days, which honestly still feels like yesterday. It’s only been a few months since I finished, and I’m still in that awkward post-graduation phase of waiting for clearance and

Hello everyone, I’ve really enjoyed being part of this community(Writing Club), because writing is something I genuinely love. At one point, this space felt alive and full of creativity, with diverse voices,

I don’t know if I should say I’m officially on a Freida McFadden book tour, but this is the second of hers I’ve finished in less than one month, and at this rate I deserve loyalty points. After Dead Med,

The sun doesn’t rise here, it comes, overdressed, spilling molten gold like it missed the cue and is improvising redemption. Trees stand tall and severe, a parliament of wooden philosophers pretending