by Elliot Mesina The Zoomerang sputtered white smoke as its engines strained to lift the airship out of the sky. After a few seconds, it finally began rising into the sky and started to head out to sea. Satisfied, Harmon …
The Dragon’s Flight
by Lewis Krishnan Sonnet – 1 Swooping through a sun-drenched park, Not having a care in the world, Going back and forth throughout dark, Floating up and down, with their wings curled. Sonnet – 2 Swooping through the shining lake, …
Into the Skies
by Isla Connolly You know, people are curious over many things, but when it comes to me, I am only set on one thing—my inventions. I grew up being laughed at because I made odd things. Now everybody knows of …
Zombie Friends
by Izabel Wynne My friends never agreed to me going on holidays, but I disagreed because going on holidays was a great time to forget about the global pandemic. Coming home made me feel even more worried because there was …
Morning Pages
The bedrock tool of a creative recovery is a daily practice called Morning Pages. Morning Pages are three pages of longhand, stream of consciousness writing, done first thing in the morning. There is no wrong way to do Morning Pages …
Enough heart
The only calibration that counts is how much heart people invest, how much they ignore their fears of being hurt or caught out or humiliated. And the only thing people regret is that they didn’t live boldly enough, that they …
Exercise the writing muscle
Exercise the writing muscle every day, even if it is only a letter, notes, a title list, a character sketch, a journal entry. Writers are like dancers, like athletes. Without that exercise, the muscles seize up. Jane Yolen
Writers are here to challenge
Writers are not here to conform. We are here to challenge. We’re not here to be comfortable—we’re here, really, to shake things up. That’s our job. Jeanette Winterson
The Greatest of Human Inventions
A book is made from a tree. It is an assemblage of flat, flexible parts (still called “leaves”) imprinted with dark pigmented squiggles. One glance at it and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for thousands …