#creative-nonfiction — Public Fediverse posts
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Staged
Oh my God that’s such a phrase
Such a phrase a gaze a place to be round year 2000, what a place to be! What a face
#Abstractexpressionism #Creativenonfiction #Creativewriting #Expression #Outspoken #StreamOfConsciousness #Useoffuck #art #Creativity #poetry -
New on my blog: The man in the portrait
https://sylvia.studio/the-man-in-the-portrait
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The Lighthouse Capitalism Stole
A Lighthouse at the Edge of My Dreams There is a place my heart endlessly longs for—a place where time slows down and the soul can finally breathe. I yearn to leave behind the relentless noise of the city, a place where life has become so mechanical that even emotions seem scheduled. Everyone is rushing somewhere. No one has the luxury of pausing, not even to grieve or admit that they are exhausted. They simply keep running. The choking grip of carbon, the endless chorus of blaring […]https://kayeschroniclescom.wordpress.com/2026/07/29/the-lighthouse-capitalism-stole/
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Only the sea can explain
Photo by Олег Мороз on Unsplash I’m letting a restorative wave crash over my life. One that will wash the beach clean of frustrations and angers, rid me of tension that leaves my spine stiff and sore, and will clear my mind of the endless chatter, chatter, chatter, chatter. It’s been a long time coming. Like waiting for a tsunami. The warnings have been out for days, the nonstop preparations, the waiting, the waiting, the waiting. And then the sirens. I don’t evacuate. I […]https://wvfurandroot.com/2026/07/25/only-the-sea-can-explain/
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Call for Submissions! Issue 16, Christian Testimonies, Book Reviews, & More
Heart of Flesh Literary Journal is OPEN for submissions!
We are looking for poetry, flash fiction, short stories, creative nonfiction, and visual art for our upcoming issue, and Christian testimonies and book reviews for our blog!
Issue 16:
We prefer literary work, but we accept all genres of poetry, flash fiction, short fiction, creative nonfiction, and visual art & photography. Genres we accept include sci-fi, magical realism, historical fiction, etc. Just make sure the work includes a Christian theme.
Send us:
- Poetry: 1–3 poems at a time (no length limits).
- Flash Fiction: 1–3 pieces at a time (700 words per piece, max).
- Short Fiction: 1 piece at a time (4,000 words max).
- Creative Nonfiction: 1 piece at a time (4,000 words max).
- Art & Photography: 1–4 pieces at a time, preferably with artist statement and details such as size and medium.
Deadline: September 20th
READ FULL SUBMISSION GUIDELINES
Christian Testimonies:
We are looking for Christian testimonies to publish on our blog.
A Christian testimony is the true story of how you personally came to know and follow Jesus. It often includes (but is not limited to):
- the story of your life before Christ
- the story of how the Lord saved you
- a short reflection of your new life in Christ
Word count: 500 – 4,000 words
Testimonies may be previously published.
A selection of testimonies will be posted weekly during the month of October on our blog.
Read our published testimonies here.
Deadline: September 20th
READ TESTIMONY SUBMISSION GUIDELINES
Book Reviews:
We are looking for reviews of Christian-themed books (fiction, nonfiction, essay, poetry) to publish on our blog during the months October and November.
Word count: 500 – 1,000 words
No queries or proposals. Just full reviews.
Check out this book review by Danielle Page to get an idea of what we’re looking for.
Deadline: September 20th
READ BOOK REVIEW SUBMISSION GUIDELINES
Pure in Heart Stories:
Pure in Heart Stories is our family-friendly literary magazine that publishes work by writers and artists of all ages. We accept work from adults, teens, and kids ages 6 and older.
Send Pure in Heart:
- Poetry: 1-5 poems (no length limits).
- Short Stories: 1-2 stories (2,000 words max, each).
- Art & Photography: 1-4 pieces.
- Comics: 1-2 pieces.
- Jokes: 1-3 jokes.
- Recipes: 1-2 recipes.
Deadline: August 31st
Have a question? We may have answered it in our FAQ. Or you can contact us here.
#art #artist #artists #bookReview #BookReviews #CallForSubmissions #christian #creativeNonfiction #essay #fiction #flash #flashFiction #God #HolySpirit #issue #jesus #nonfiction #photographer #photographers #photography #poet #poetry #poets #PureInHeart #pureInHeartStories #review #salvation #shortStory #submissionCall #submissions #Testimonies #testimony #writer #writers #writing
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The True, Unglamorous Life of a Writer | 🔗 https://brennan.day/the-true-unglamorous-life-of-a-writer/
#PersonalEssay #Writing #WritingCraft #Blogging #Creativity #CreativeNonfiction
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Issue #19 of #ExistOtherwise #LitJournal is live with #poetry #CreativeNonFiction #art #HybridWriting and more...
"Tendency to push everything to the absolute, and thus: to the absurd." — #ClaudeCahun
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"Southeast Asia taught me all I really need is coffee, the safety of street food, genuine human connection, and an airport to get me out of dodge."
Tired of being a walking money bag. My last days in Cambodia, disappearing somewhere cheap and close to the exit.
https://whothefami.substack.com/p/all-i-really-need
#TravelWriting #SoutheastAsia #Cambodia #SlowTravel #CreativeNonfiction
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Ariane Beeston’s life-changing memoir – and beyond
Having a baby is a life-changing experience, and for Ariane Beeston, profoundly so. She experienced postpartum psychosis, a rare and debilitating mental illness – and as part of her healing journey, she started writing about her experiences. After completing Freelance Writing Stage 1 at the Australian Writers' Centre, Ariane kickstarted her freelance writing career and […]…
https://www.writerscentre.com.au/blog/ariane-beeston-because-im-not-myself-you-see/#AlumniStudentsuccessstories #Memoirwriting #Nonfictionwriting #creativenonfiction #freelance
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The Places in My Dreams
The world within, the world of my dreams, is similar to the one I walk through every day. But it is different.
The streets bend strangely. The rooms open where they should not. The people and places are often indifferent to me, and sometimes, they are even antagonistic.
They are not merely people and places. They are representations of emotions I have not yet worked through from the previous day. Sixteen waking hours are not enough to fully grasp all that I have experienced, endured, feared, desired, regretted, or misunderstood.
And so, in the night, these things come alive.
They take on faces. They become houses, roads, crowds, locked doors, ruined landscapes, familiar rooms made unfamiliar. They guide me through the shadow lands—not always kindly, but truthfully. They show me what I could not see while awake.
My dreams are not escapes from the day.
They are the day returning in another form, asking to be understood.Some nights I find myself back in places I have never been, and yet they feel older than memory. A school that was never my school. A church with hallways that keep multiplying. A childhood home rearranged by grief. A city I know by instinct, though no map has ever held it.
#ContemplativeWriting #creativeNonfiction #daVinci #dali #dreamCity #dreamJournal #dreams #dreamscape #emotionalGeography #Escher #Fear #gothicReflection #grief #Healing #Imagination #impossibleArchitecture #innerLandscape #innerWorld #KeithLyndaker #labyrinth #longing #MentalHealth #nightVisions #ProsePoem #regret #sacredImagination #selfReflection #shadowLands #shame #SpiritualReflection #subconscious #surrealArt #surrealism #symbolicLandscape #visionaryArt
In these places, I am often trying to get somewhere.
I am late. I am lost. I am looking for someone. I am trying to explain myself to people who will not listen. I am searching for a room, a door, a vehicle, a path, a way home. Sometimes I am carrying something fragile. Sometimes I have forgotten what I was supposed to carry. Sometimes I am responsible for a task I do not understand, surrounded by people who seem to know the rules but refuse to tell me.
This is the cruelty of the dream world: everyone else seems initiated.
They move through the strange landscape as if it is ordinary. They know which hallway leads out, which road is safe, which bus to board, which door not to open. I am the stranger in a world that somehow belongs to me. I am the dreamer, and yet I am not in control.
Perhaps this is why the places feel antagonistic. They do not hate me. They are simply unwilling to flatter me. They will not pretend I am finished with what I have not faced. They will not comfort me with easy explanations. They turn my emotions into architecture and ask me to walk through them.
Fear becomes a narrow bridge.
Regret becomes a house with too many locked rooms.
Anger becomes a storm on the edge of town.
Shame becomes a crowd that sees me before I am ready to be seen.
Grief becomes a road that always returns to the same place.
And longing—longing becomes a light in a window I can never quite reach.
I wake from these dreams with the feeling that I have traveled farther than my body could have gone. I have crossed cities, fields, stairways, basements, sanctuaries, ruins, and train stations. I have spoken with the dead and avoided the living. I have been judged by strangers and ignored by friends. I have wandered through the unfinished weather of my own soul.
Then morning comes, and the ordinary world returns.
The walls are where I left them. The floor is solid. The dog needs to go out. The coffee waits. The phone glows with its small demands. The day begins again, pretending to be separate from the night.
But I know better.
The dream has left its residue. A feeling follows me, sometimes faint, sometimes heavy. A hallway from the dream lingers inside the hallway of the house. A face from the night appears behind the face of someone I know. A mood clings to the morning like fog.
The shadow lands do not vanish when I wake.
They retreat.
They wait beneath the visible world, beneath errands and conversations, beneath sermons and chores, beneath the version of myself that knows how to answer when someone asks, “How are you?”
I say, “I’m fine.”
But somewhere beneath that answer, an entire city is still burning, or flooding, or rebuilding itself in the dark. -
Memoir Writing as Therapeutic Practice by Nicole Plumridge
Memoir Writing as Therapeutic Practice explores how writing personal stories can foster healing, insight, resilience, and transformation.
The post Memoir Writing as Therapeutic Practice by Nicole Plumridge appeared first on Writer's Fun Zone.
https://writersfunzone.com/blog/2026/07/03/memoir-writing-as-therapeutic-practice-by-nicole-plumridge#inspiration #agency #clarity #container #creativenonfiction
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"Lucha Libre, I’m all yours..."
Observations from CDMX
by No Blabs
https://medium.com/lit-up/observations-from-cdmx-3757c2163359
#creativenonfiction #travel #MexicoCity #LuchaLibra
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Happy Monday, everyone!
I've got a new piece of writing on my blog, if you're interested 😊
"Somewhere between remembrance and forgetting, we can meet, we can witness each other, me and these stones, these wells. Something is alive here, but it won't always be, and just possibly, it shouldn't."
https://2ruth.blog/2026/06/14/half-forgotten-places/
#standingstones #springsandwells #sacredsites #remembranceandforgetting
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When truth must out: what memoir taught me about story when I couldn’t invent anything
In a novel we are able to invent. And even if we’re drawing on real life, some invention is usually essential because real life will rarely do just as it is (here’s a post I wrote about that). But when I decided to write a memoir (Not Quite Lost) and then another memoir (Turn Right… Continue reading When truth must out: what memoir taught me about story when I couldn’t invent anything…
https://nailyournovel.wordpress.com/2026/06/14/when-the-truth-must-out-what-memoir-taught-me-about-story-when-i-couldnt-invent-anything/#Howtowriteabook #books #characterinmemoir #CNF #creativenonfiction
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"It’s an ancient kinship, this connection I feel to rocks and stones. They stand witness to repeated human passage, waypoints in the landscape, marked across millennia."
New post on my blog 😁
#PlaceWriting #LandscapeHistory #StandingStones #StoneCircles #AncientSites #NomadicHearts #photography #creativenonfiction
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𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜’𝗺 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴: "𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗰 𝗘𝘀𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝘀 𝗥𝗲𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲" 𝗯𝘆 𝗭𝗼𝗲 𝗕𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗘𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗮 𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗼𝗹𝗱, 𝗲𝗱𝘀. -
A wonderful collection from Wayne State University Press which reveals how the very form/structure of our prose speaks to the status quo. A push into the interlacing of imagination and politics.
#books #bookreviews #bookworm #readreadread #tbr #tbrpile #tbrlist #quotes #reading #prose #nonfiction #lyricessay #creativenonfiction
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Okay, daran hab ich jetzt echt lange geknabbert, aber ich glaub, ich hab nach drei Wochen endlich einen Weg gefunden, wie dieser Text funktionieren kann. Geholfen hat letztlich Freischreiben (per Hand), eine Stunde schlafen und nach dem Aufwachen gleich weiterschreiben. Okay, gleich mal ausprobieren, ob der Plan an der Tastatur auch gleich noch Sinn ergibt. #Schreiben #CreativeNonfiction #Autorenleben #writerslife #indieaithor
