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Blog entries by Sydney

July 30, 2010 Dear Diary, Today, I went with Gran to Keizer Station. Before we left, Gran sent a text to Sandy that we were going to Keizer Station. We were suppose to catch the bus a few minutes to 10 this morning but I had a problem with my bra. I wear a size 40 DD but I had the bra so twisted up that I had to ask gran to help me to undo it. Gran asked me what size I suppose to be wearing and I told. “I think you should be wearing a 42 because the bra you got on is tight,” she said. But...
July 29, 2010 Dear Diary, This morning gran came into the room which woke me. I don’t remember what happened to CJ. I don’t remember if was still in bed asleep or ran out to Sandy’s room. But I got u and went to the bathroom. Then I came out with CJ watching Thomas and Friends on Netflix as gran was walking around complaining about Sandy and Todd. Sandy and Todd had to go to the doctors this morning because he was bleeding from his hemorrhoids. Gran was complaining that Todd didn’t know...
May 17 - May 19, 2010 Dear Diary, I’ve been reading the tai chi book again so I can lose weight. I’m way over the weight I’m comfortable with: I’m in between 230 and 240 pounds. I don’t like this at all. I want to lose the weight so I fit a size of (lost he’s I want. Right now I’m wearing sweat pants baggy shorts and the size 22 blue jeans that mom and I got about 5 to 6 years ago. So right now I’m doing the tai chi with gran. I’m also thing on taking martial arts to help with the tai chi...
January 12, 2010 Dear Diary, I want thru the 3 year which I know but I don’t understand my cousin very well. But it’s a good thing that I made a schedule for myself but I don’t know how well it’s going to work. But right now I’m feeling tired even though I woke up at 8 this morning. I know that I haven’t written anything since last year. I don’t know if I’m depressed or stressed. Sandy and gran got me a new cell phone because I keep running out of minutes. Right now CJ is asking to watch...
This journal belongs to: Vepa Lopez P.S.: Hopefully this would be read by someone who would like to read and imagine the writer had no greater purpose and knowledge of life that kept passing her eyes before she knew and understood of what was going on giving to the era of terrorism, fear, the privacy act from the Bush Administration, sex, war, alcoholism, family feuds, life, and anything that she may have discussed and drawn in graphite gray. This goes to whomever that I pass this down to...
Staircase of Depression It was the one thing he coveted the most. Something he could present at a party with a toast. But it was the one thing that it eluded him. All those dollar signs that filled up to the brim. It was his “plate of fear” That after he came back he wasn’t filled with cheer. Not cheerful at all to have all that money to himself. He went crazy enough that he went to see a preacher to deal with the problem itself. The one thing that he coveted the most was the winning...
I recently started writing an epistolary novel and I was looking around on the search engine on how does an author create an epistolary novel. At first I didnt know epistolary at all until I've looked it up after I started. It wasnt part of my vocab. I just called it a letter poem or something similar. So I was wondering if anyone has any tips or tricks on how to write an epistolary novel.
Part 3: Chapter 7: The History of the Autumn people “The girl turns around looking surprised Her expression could not be disguised. “The old woman who died in the abbey was my mother,” my son said, as his wife was to be in anger. And then he lightly kissed her lips As he was on his way to get a cup to have a sip Of wine “What would be supper for us to dine?” asks my son as he sat down and drinking the wine, as he later became a clown. I wanted to smack and yell Before someone...
Part 2: Chapter 4: Knowing the Old Woman Knowing where I want to be As I stand at the mantle looking at the pictures. But then I turn around, as the door swings open. I grab my pipe and walk towards the door. A soft autumn breeze has come into the cottage. I walk out the door and slam it shut, Making it tightly shut so it won’t swing open. I sit down onto the log that fell last winter In front of my cottage and I made it into a bench. And I light my pipe taking in the autumn breeze. Then...
Chapter 1: Afternoon Tea As I walk along a woody path I notice a little cottage beside it. And in front of it sat a little old woman with leaf-like clothing with colors of the Fall I approach the woman with such curiosity. "What you staring' at, you rascal? Not come to rob me, 'ave ya?" asks the woman angrily. I jump back startled and surprise, shaking my head. She grunts as she stands and walks to her house. "Come in and have tea with me," said the woman. I walked behind her, refusing...
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