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Poppy's Prompts | #3
Welcome back to Poppy's Prompts :) The idea is to create a poem using one or more of the five word prompts I give you. Make them singular or plural, use the actual word or merely reference it... the specifics are up to you.
By Poppy 2 years ago in Writers
Week 8 of Write A Story Every Day in 2024
50 stories. One for every year I've been alive. A half century. A Hawai'i. Whatever you want to call it, 50 stories have been written and published which means 316 to go. That's still a lot.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Writers
Terrible customer service
This happened in Africa/Cameroon. I wasn’t feeling too good, and I needed to go see a doctor, so I called a clinic not too far from where I was to get information on the open hours and when I could come over for a consultation. The person managing the call center was very slow in picking up the call and even when she did, she seemed busy and in a rush to hang up, she didn’t know their open hours for consultation but rather told me she’ll call me the next day to give me the information. Going there the next day and meeting the person at the counter, it was obvious to me this person didn’t want to be there, she was very rude and easily triggered by everything I said. Keep in mind that I was feeling sickly and picking a fight was the last thing I wanted. After a polite response, I left the clinic and sought for a solution else where.
By real Jema2 years ago in Writers
The Dragon Beside Me: Honoring the Woman Who Soars
In the Extended time of the Mythical beast 2024, as Global Ladies' Day drew nearer, I wound up considering the surprising lady who has motivated me — a winged serpent by her own doing, savage, versatile, and perpetually rousing. She is Sophia, and her story is one of win over difficulty, of solidarity despite challenges, and of unfaltering assurance to have an effect on the planet.
By Creative Chronicles2 years ago in Writers
The technological Devil
I've been a traditionally published author for 25 years now, and let me tell you, it’s been a wild ride. I've seen the whole landscape of writing change, and I’ve picked up more than a few tricks along the way. Not that I love saying it, but yeah, I’ve been around long enough to know a thing or two.
By Christian Bass2 years ago in Writers
The Tale of Protection: Harita Insurance Broking's Journey
Once upon a time, in the bustling city of opportunities, there was a place where people sought solace from life's uncertainties. It was called Harita Insurance Broking, a beacon of hope in the ever-changing landscape of risks and challenges.
By Webdo Solutions2 years ago in Writers
Writing is NOT a Safe Space. Top Story - February 2024.
"Wouldn’t it be great if every reader was transparent about their thoughts on my story?" said no one ever. Me, whispering: "I want that."
By Mackenzie Davis2 years ago in Writers
Riddle. Content Warning.
A/N: Otepa is a made-up county. As soon as he alighted his truck, Watson wiped his forehead then bent and did the same to his shoes.
By Ivy Brownie2 years ago in Writers
My Science Fiction Imagined as a TV Series . Top Story - February 2024.
I’ve always wanted to write a book for as long as I can remember. Even more than that, I’ve always wanted to be a writer. My desire to write happened shortly after I learned how to read and write. It was one of my childhood dreams and after all this time, as my writing has grown and changed, and I developed my thoughts on writing and improved, I’ve never outgrown the desire.
By Jasmine Aguilar2 years ago in Writers
Our History
I settle down at my vanity adorned with slightly demolished photographs I did not take and whose colour is yellowing with each passing day, dried-out flowers I picked with my mother out in our garden back in spring, and herbs my grandmother collected for me, her remedy for every little thing. With the touch of herbs and botanical secrets, I draw in the wisdom of long-forgotten healers, their remedies a whisper from the past. Rooted in the earth, connected through soil. Aren’t we all?
By tatiana 2 years ago in Writers
Lost Locket Finds Love
In a world where inanimate objects could speak, I, a misplaced umbrella named Ella, found myself caught in the winds of fate – quite literally. My owner, a forgetful soul named Oliver, left me behind in the rush of a sudden rainstorm. As I lay abandoned on a park bench, my frayed edges and sturdy handle became witnesses to the whimsical dance of droplets around me.
By O.wills2 years ago in Writers
Money Spent Wisely On Gifts
Eight years ago I started a Poem a Day in February (PaDiF) on Facebook. I saw that others were doing this. Now, I can't tell you who, but someone was doing it!
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Writers