Prompts
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. Lopez17 days ago in Writers
The 47th who can't count.
The marchers marched, yelling vehement, disapproving and terrible invectives at the 47th. He stood high above at the window, grinning - waving as if pleased with the demonstration, which to everyone sensible looking on, was clearly against him.
By Novel Allen18 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 Ergashova21 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 21 days ago in Writers






