A short story I wrote one day while I was trying to work on my book. When the first snow flake fell, or the first time, I was born. I am Jack Frost. I have existed as the fey always have and I will tell you my story, if you will listen. It is an interesting life I’ve lived, one filled with love, loss and pain. I will not begin at the start, but at the start of my troubles. You see, Man is the true evil in this world. He has always been that way, pure destruction and chaos. We fey have always known this, though some choose to ignore this. As I said, when the first snowflake fell, I was born. I was fully formed as I am today. I did not grow up to be this figure, none of us did. I have lived far beyond the human race and will live long after it is gone. We alone know the truth and what has happened over the millenniums. For example, there has been a total of three “ice ages”, not two. How do I know this you ask? Because I am the cause of all three. The first happened over 400 billion years ago. The human race was about what it is today. Advanced in ways that almost parallel today. But they worshipped us, the fey. They knew who and what we were, and respected us. Well, for a short time anyways. The queen of the unseelie court wanted more. You see there are 3 courts in the fey kingdom, the Seelie, ruled by the king of light, the unseelie, ruled by the queen of darkness, and the grey court. The grey court has no real ruler though, we hold our meetings in secret. The other court have been searching for us for quite some time now. But I digress. As I was saying, the Queen wanted more. She wanted everything, and, at the time, she was my queen. She ordered me to cover the world in ice and snow to teach the humans a lesson. They were to fear us again. And so, I used all my strength and did as she asked. The world froze, killing hundreds of thousands of people, almost to the point of extinction. Those that survived did so only by hiding deep in the earth and getting help for the king of light, and his daughter, Phoenix. They kept those humans alive and warm, but could not keep them fed.

Happy New Year! Let's kick off 2026 by weaponizing friendly competition and accountability. I'll keep this as simple as possible. FIRST Find a buddy! Just comment here saying 'looking for a buddy', OR reply to someone else's comment to pair up. Optional: Pick a cool team name. - If you do want, you can participate solo too and use the whole group as your sorta-buddy - THERE IS NO TIME LIMIT, YOU CAN JOIN ON JAN 31ST IF YOU WANT SECOND Individually decide, with your buddy, what each of you would like to accomplish in January. Your goals don't have to be the same, and there's no minimum! Pick something you'd genuinely like to do by Jan. 31st that is realistically achievable. For example: - Write minimum 15 mins 3x/week - Finish a short story/chapter/poem - Write X words over the month - Sit down to write 1x/week (EVEN IF YOU DO NOTHING ELSE) THIRD Decide how you'll keep each other accountable! Do you want your buddy to ping you every 3 days? Will they look at summaries of your stuff every week (not even necessarily review, just 'here's what I did')? Bounce ideas off each other? - The rule here: If it works to keep you going when motivation wanes (and doesn't turn into a second job), it's valid. FOURTH That's it! I'll ping all the participants every Sunday and check how things are going, and then at the end of January, we'll all celebrate our wins and share what we worked on (either showing the work itself, or just sharing your progress if you'd rather keep the writing itself private)! So yeah, comment below with 'looking for a buddy' if you wanna join! I'll help pair people up if need be, and hell, I could use one myself :P

When wishes are granted, Dreams are destroyed. So what are your wishes And what are your dreams? Are they one in the same? Or are they different, Or does this makes sense? When wishes are granted, Are dreams destroyed? I wrote this poem 30 years ago. It's the only one I have memorized. What do you think?

Hello, I'm trying to write a book series but am having trouble with the bulk of the story. I am looking for feedback and ideas to help get my writer's block gone. Thanks

We all have a space where we tend to write that we return to habitually. A desk or coffee table. The couch before you leave for work in the morning. The front seat of your car when you’re parked at a Walmart at 10:57pm and you’ve just eaten an entire rotisserie chicken and have nothing but your pants to wipe your fingers off with so your screen’s a little greasy and keeps making stupid typos that you don’t catch until three weeks later. Yknow, normal stuff. Anyway, we all have a place we prefer writing, so I’m curious, what’s yours? And what would your ideal writing spot look like?