“The Holy Virgin undulated with the sense of something moving within her. She did not think of herself then as holy, an object of veneration for the great masters.” — @komanyoga link.medium.com/R4s7HNpVUEb

“‘Oh my goodness. I can’t believe you saved my cat Thanks a lot!’ Emma gushed at the tall dark stranger standing beside her under the tree. It was a cool windy evening and Fluffy her cat got stuck in the tree.” — @AdahKing23 link.medium.com/3DSIs0bVUEb

“Closing my eyes, I cradle my steaming mug, its darkness mirroring the depths of my soul, yet only half as bitter. The steam rises in serpentine waves, weaving an invisible tapestry in the air. I inhale deeply, engulfed by a symphony of…” — @pmansfield link.medium.com/dxYKKwd3NEb

“I sip my coffee. Bitter as hell. The dark liquid is a fucking abyss, mirroring the room, mirroring my mind, mirroring my soul. I stare into the mug, fascinated by the steam rising — it’s like it wants to escape the darkness of the coffee.” — @pmansfield link.medium.com/VEjRL49ZQDb

“Dawn, the time of blood, the time of death, the place of horror, was what I must brace myself for, what I wait for.” — @pmansfield link.medium.com/wyAtqYgpPDb

“Moonless night, November 12, 1833. Susan perched on the cliffs behind her house, as always. She scanned the vast sky, whispering her deepest, eternal wishes to the Lord, yearning for an answer.” — @bigsonawatching link.medium.com/R5zyqs99cDb

“When Mary was home, the place came alive. Not just the old house, us too. She always had a story to tell, some gossip from the factory or a joke she’d overheard on the tram.” — @studioofourown link.medium.com/D8aig7ufcDb

“From my gilded throne, ruling vast dominions, I — and I alone — decree the fate of my subjects. The whispers in the corridors, the shadows that dance in the candlelight, they all speak to me. They tell me of treachery…” — @pmansfield link.medium.com/tFEd5Y5o2Cb

“In the beginning, life’s path is but a whisper, a delicate promise waiting to unfurl. It beckons, drawing us forward with the allure of discovery, the hope of understanding.” @pmansfield medium.com/microcosm/embraci…

“Her heels clicked a rhythm on the old wood floor of ‘Joe’s’, a dive bar nestled deep in the filth and deprivation of the old city. Known for turning a blind eye to its patrons’ activities, she knew he’d be there. He had to be." @MicroEmily medium.com/microcosm/and-ret…

“Jess’s face turned red, and she pulled her wet hair in front of her face.” — @isaaacooong link.medium.com/v7IEVWU2WBb

“It was in Italy where he first tasted the joy of Lasagne alla Bolognese. Large chunks of meatballs dripping in homemade ragù alla Bolognese sauce. A generous sprinkling of Parmigiano-Reggiano topped the dish. ” — Reuben Salsa link.medium.com/Y6eFptutVBb

Ah, time for a holiday. 🏝️

Ideas are not a problem, I pick process. 😭

“‘It’s only known as exotic fruit because it doesn’t grow here.’ Yolanda speculated. ‘Where it’s from, it’s common.’” — Stephen Kramer Avitabile link.medium.com/8LJoWNPlhAb

“‘Will you turn into a prince?’ Daniella whispered, staring at the little green creature behind the glass wall of the fish tank.” — @NPascaleva link.medium.com/7tD1mZp9Jzb

Make the Reader Feel Something by @jc_lovero Collaboration is creativity catnip JC pitched us an idea, not just a story. But a story AND a detailed breakdown of his thoughts and process. Now that's damn useful for writers looking to learn. link.medium.com/hiJOEosFGzb

“Walking with deliberate steps toward the castle, I moved my gaze along the army that was supposed to stop me.”  — @EvieDawnWrites A great take on one of our recent prompts. Readers: "Great intrigue you’ve built here!" "I love your style! Keep going!" link.medium.com/GNvwncmpGzb