Randomized…
I was there the night she died. She was very much alive. Living. Breathing. Bright. The night of the wedding was when I met her. The same night she passed.
When my desk started talking to me, I knew it was going to be a long day. “Hullo there Jimmy, guid mornin’ to ye’.” “Not today, desk, I’m really not
Randomized…
A poem about the end of the world or an insane asylum? …
A poem about the unrequited love between the sun and the moon…
I was there the night she died. She was very much alive. Living. Breathing. Bright. The night of the wedding
I’m a big proponent of writing fantasy. It’s kind of my thing, as well as “the thing” of most of
The craft of writing, one of the most intensive yet delicate of all the arts. Not only can words provide you with a riveting narrative, but they let you see things in the paintings of your mind, hear things, taste, touch. Writing transports you to a world that can be even beyond imagination, worlds so real that we can become lost in them—or even find what we were looking for.
This is why The Writing Forge exists. To explore worlds. To fly freely in the infinite possibilities of the blank page. The art of writing and storytelling is indeed one of the most important arts. For all our lives are structured on a narrative, and without that . . . we fall apart.
So, join us, look out for our stories, write some of your own! Hopefully, we will entice you enough to grow in respect and appreciation for the written word, which we believe to be the greatest manifestation of our human potential.