Challenge
Breaking Up Is Hard To Do: a Harper Lewis rogue challenge
This is my second post about this challenge, which is to write a letter breaking up with a literary character. You may take the point of view of another character, real or of your own creation; there’s no wrong way to do this. You may choose anything from a nursery rhyme to a poem to a play to an opera to a short story—you get the picture: any genre.
By Harper Lewis5 days ago in Writers
Preservation as an Act of Care
Care is usually associated with people, not with ideas. It brings to mind attentiveness, patience, protection, and responsibility toward something fragile. Meaning rarely enters that picture. Thoughts are assumed to be abundant, replaceable, and endlessly renewable. If one is lost, another will come. This assumption feels practical, but it is wrong in a quiet and costly way. Some meanings are not interchangeable. Some insights arrive only once, shaped by a particular moment, a particular season, or a particular convergence of experience that will never repeat in the same form.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast6 days ago in Writers
How AI Is Changing the Way We Design Our Homes
Interior design has traditionally been a process shaped by time, budget, and access to professional expertise. Whether rearranging a living room or rethinking an entire home layout, the journey often involved trial and error, mood boards, and sometimes costly consultations. In recent years, however, artificial intelligence has begun to reshape this experience in a noticeable way.
By Abbasi Publisher6 days ago in Writers
My Dear Henry
My Dear Henry, I write this heavy with the full weight of what we have become. You once thought of me as a liberation, a key opening the lock of your own restraint. I quickened your pulse, unshackled you from your conscience. And I will not pretend I did not revel in it–I reveled!
By Tina D. Lopez9 days ago in Writers
Holly Golightly
Dear Holly, You’re quite the girl, but how would you like it if began calling you Lula Mae? Isn’t that what Fred calls you? It seems only fitting that if you’re to call me Fred instead of Paul (especially creepy now that he’s dead), I should call you Lula Mae. Barnes, is it?
By Harper Lewis12 days ago in Writers
Digital Graveyard Confessions
I used to pour my morning coffee, open my laptop, and genuinely trust the words staring back at me. Now, I sip my brew with a heavy dose of suspicion. I am being haunted. Not by spirits, but by soulless algorithms masquerading as articles written by ChatGPT otherwise referred as journalists that often name me in them for ranking. I am featured rich, poor, an aggresor or a victim depending who has written it.
By Narghiza Ergashova13 days ago in Writers
The Furry Thief
That damn squirrel stole my sandwich again, leaving only crumbs and a note demanding “get better bread.” I tried reasoning with him, but he brought lawyers, three chipmunks in tiny suits. They won the case. Now I’m legally required to provide lunch, snacks, and emotional support nuts.
By Sara Wilson13 days ago in Writers
My Favorite Number, 47, Should Be Yours Too
I am NUMBER 47 - don’t ever forget. I want to be 48 too, and my team is working on that. 47’s not my age. Lord, I am almost twice that number, and healthier than any before me. The BEST. That’s me. Donald J. Trump. I’m Number 47.
By Andrea Corwin 13 days ago in Writers
