#creative-writing

Whenever you try to express what you truly feel the wall between you and others grows higher And within there are symbols no one can decipher questions born without answers and answers that cannot find

Dr. Mitch Wren, fifty-three and unmarried, was devoted to books more than to anything or anyone else. As chief librarian, he spent most of his days at the Bond Street Library, a place that felt more like

Concurso Observa Piensa Escribe: Una imagen, una historia, mil formas de interpretación… // Observe, Think, Write Contest: One image, one story, a thousand ways to interpret it…

When Kayla's aunt told her she would be staying with another aunt she'd never met for a few weeks, she knew her ‘weirdness’ had become too much for Aunt Audrey to bear. It was always the same: a new home,

I woke up that morning with a feeling that my life was about to take a turn. Whether for better or worse, I didn't know but I kept my fingers crossed as I met my good friend Aria who volunteered every

Laura drove way below speed limit on a Sunday morning alone, coffee in hand, her eyes scanning the quiet road as she steered the car to her father's house. Her phone buzzed in her bag for the fourth time

Concurso Observa Piensa Escribe: Una imagen, una historia, mil formas de interpretación… // Observe, Think, Write Contest: One image, one story, a thousand ways to interpret it…

The night our mother died, her bracelet watch was gone from her wrist. It was a thin gold band with a cracked clasp that she fixed with a bent paperclip. She engraved on the back the date we arrived Lagos

When Thun had texted him his house address months ago, Cronus had saved it without thinking even though his strange classmate had said he didn't entertain visitors. Cronus had smirked at that. What teenage

At Merryridge High School, Hannah's three friends lived different lives from hers. She dropped her bag in the locker, and armed with her paper bag lunch, she walked into the lunch hall and witnessed an

Concurso Observa Piensa Escribe: Una imagen, una historia, mil formas de interpretación… // Observe, Think, Write Contest: One image, one story, a thousand ways to interpret it…

Welma looked forward to driving home from work with Laura every Tuesday and Thursday. Those were the days Laura closed at 6 p.m., same time as her. It took twenty-two minutes if the bridge was clear and

Just one tiny click and then a black screen reflected Harry's horrified face. His laptop died at 2:13 on a Thursday afternoon forty-seven minutes before a deadline that was supposed to cover his rent.

Concurso Observa Piensa Escribe: Una imagen, una historia, mil formas de interpretación… // Observe, Think, Write Contest: One image, one story, a thousand ways to interpret it…

Sipping my hot herbal tea, I squinted at my phone screen. My dating bio said “single but not available” and I nodded in satisfaction. I wrote it at 11 p.m. on a Sunday which is the only hour I had ever

On a gloomy day, the widow buried her three sons beneath the first rows of the orchard she had planted. She had begged the village head and elders for justice for her sons but no one listened. When she

“You know it's okay to miss her,” Bridgette René, my mother's best friend, said softly, a slight smile touching her lips as her eyes searched mine. I tore my gaze away from hers and nodded at an unfamiliar

Ilustración conceptual de Pancho y la Burriquita, creada con IA basada en mi relato original. 🇪🇸 Español En el salón de clases, los niños estaban reunidos alrededor de su maestra, con el corazón lleno

What if our world was monochrome and we saw in only black and white, no other colours? I had asked a friend this question in high school and he had jokingly hinted that there might be something a little

yesterday opus 5.5 dropped. it’s insane, it feels like grok4.6 did speed wise. it does not feel like an opus model, it feels more, much more. it’s letting my creativity and mind open up. i’m building all