Rain clawed at the window panes, turning the world outside the inn to static. Ellis closed his eyes and waited for the dull roar to quell his headache. For a few moments, the empty bar seemed peaceful.
    “Why do you insist on meeting your clients at my bar after hours?” The clatter of a shot glass on the counter drove a spike of pain through his skull. Ellis opened his eyes and traced the rim of his glass with a...

i'll be your salvation
i'll save you when you're in too deep
when you need me to i'll shoulder your pain
and at the end of the battle the victory i'll gain

but i write tragedies, not love stories
we lament over failures, not sing of past glories
we lose our minds but fix others at the same time
when we walk alone who will fix us?

tears fall like rain
heroes reflect at fresh-dug graves
the mentor's words echo...

Hello fellow WtW Users! It is Ajamwal here, I really love reading and watching studying tips and I feel like I have good advice for students who also want to get top in their class. So I came up with the idea of starting a study blog. Now, ONLY comment to this piece if you are ACTUALLY interested, I really want to help students. I know this a kind of a big gap from what I usually write, but I...

the phone rang, and he
picked it up
expecting only another useless
call

you know,
one of the ones
that nobody really 
cares about?

not this
o
n
e


there was an accident,
a
one-survivor
car crash

but she
wasn't
the one
who came out
alive.

his phone slipped,
dropped
from his hand and
the screen
shattered
upon contact
with the pavement

s h o c k
d e s p a i r

...

he called her parents-
figured...

There is nothing to hear 
Except silence.
The forest behind me
Is lit up with moonlight.
The snow is full
Of glittering stars.
I turn away with a sigh,
And follow the path
That leads to the road,
My footsteps 
Barely making a sound
In the soft snow.

Flowers are everywhere,
Covering the meadow 
In which I stand.
Mountains reach up
Around me,
So high that the tops 
Are still covered with snow.
A creek runs through 
The meadow,
And the flowers 
Seem to dance 
To its music.

Hello, WtW writers, poets and story scribblers!

I am hosting a contest to give back to the writing community.
Details are as follows:

GUIDELINES (IMPORTANT!):
I will not consider pieces with poor grammar. I’ll leave a comment for you to have a chance to fix those mistakes. If nothing is done or improvement is limited, you will not be considered in the running.

Your piece(s) should be impacting. It should make me, as well as everyone else, feel SOMETHING. I...

    Hey guys! So I've been doing a lot of contests lately, and with that thinking about what kind of prompts it might be fun to write for (in my humble opinion), and therefore I decided to host my own with some of those prompts.
    Probably no one is going to enter this (or even see this; if you're reading this now leave a comment for a metaphorical gold star (a like on one of your pieces)). I'll honestly...

When I walked into the new building, I felt disconnected. My insides felt hollow and cold, and it seemed like a piece of me was missing. My heart ached as I finally was able to grasp the fact that everyone I loved was not there. Heat rose to my eyes and I felt a silent tear drip down my face while my throat tightened and burned. Everything and everyone I knew and loved were back in Chicago while here I...

    Rain clawed at the window panes, turning the world outside the inn to static. Ellis closed his eyes and waited for the dull roar to quell his headache. For a few moments, the empty bar seemed peaceful.
    “Why do you insist on meeting your clients at my bar after hours?” The clatter of a shot glass on the counter drove a spike of pain through his skull. Ellis opened his eyes and traced the rim of his glass with a...

i'll be your salvation
i'll save you when you're in too deep
when you need me to i'll shoulder your pain
and at the end of the battle the victory i'll gain

but i write tragedies, not love stories
we lament over failures, not sing of past glories
we lose our minds but fix others at the same time
when we walk alone who will fix us?

tears fall like rain
heroes reflect at fresh-dug graves
the mentor's words echo...

Hello fellow WtW Users! It is Ajamwal here, I really love reading and watching studying tips and I feel like I have good advice for students who also want to get top in their class. So I came up with the idea of starting a study blog. Now, ONLY comment to this piece if you are ACTUALLY interested, I really want to help students. I know this a kind of a big gap from what I usually write, but I...

the phone rang, and he
picked it up
expecting only another useless
call

you know,
one of the ones
that nobody really 
cares about?

not this
o
n
e


there was an accident,
a
one-survivor
car crash

but she
wasn't
the one
who came out
alive.

his phone slipped,
dropped
from his hand and
the screen
shattered
upon contact
with the pavement

s h o c k
d e s p a i r

...

he called her parents-
figured...

There is nothing to hear 
Except silence.
The forest behind me
Is lit up with moonlight.
The snow is full
Of glittering stars.
I turn away with a sigh,
And follow the path
That leads to the road,
My footsteps 
Barely making a sound
In the soft snow.

Flowers are everywhere,
Covering the meadow 
In which I stand.
Mountains reach up
Around me,
So high that the tops 
Are still covered with snow.
A creek runs through 
The meadow,
And the flowers 
Seem to dance 
To its music.

    Hey guys! So I've been doing a lot of contests lately, and with that thinking about what kind of prompts it might be fun to write for (in my humble opinion), and therefore I decided to host my own with some of those prompts.
    Probably no one is going to enter this (or even see this; if you're reading this now leave a comment for a metaphorical gold star (a like on one of your pieces)). I'll honestly...

When I walked into the new building, I felt disconnected. My insides felt hollow and cold, and it seemed like a piece of me was missing. My heart ached as I finally was able to grasp the fact that everyone I loved was not there. Heat rose to my eyes and I felt a silent tear drip down my face while my throat tightened and burned. Everything and everyone I knew and loved were back in Chicago while here I...

When I walked into the new building, I felt disconnected. My insides felt hollow and cold, and it seemed like a piece of me was missing. My heart ached as I finally was able to grasp the fact that everyone I loved was not there. Heat rose to my eyes and I felt a silent tear drip down my face while my throat tightened and burned. Everything and everyone I knew and loved were back in Chicago while here I...