Prose
97,581 words by 93 writers in North Potomac, Leigh-on-Sea & elsewhere
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Hotel Life, Prose
To: The Housekeeper who did turn down service in room 802 Friday evening, From: The girl in room 802
by elle lunaChicago — The night before I was supposed to deliver a keynote presentation to 500 creatives in Chicago, I stood in front of the mirror to practice my talk. I talked about IDEO, about Uber, about Mailbox. And it felt all wrong. Who was I to tell those stories if I no longer worked there? I was unemployed, lost in life, and burning through my savings account. I felt like a fraud. And in the morning, everyone...
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Sanna Karlsson
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Prose, writing, Handwritten
Working draft.
by Christine HerrinSan francisco — Note: Wrote this today as a sort of freewrite for Working Draft, a little club started by a friend from 826 Valencia. We invaded the tutoring center late at night and everyone got to work. Originall...
Japanese Curious, Prose, Testing
The monk in a tree
by Craig ModTokyo — There’s a monk in that tree, I swear. Can you see him? It’s a bit tough. But trust me, he’s there. Bald, in robes. No harness. No helmet. Just a monk in a tree with a sword, cutting branches in my...
Prose
Pull back
by Craig ModSan francisco — This was originally published in Hiut Denim’s yearbook. I finally received the package in SF, which is where I took this photo of the spread. Love the illustration. I want them all to slow down. I wa...
Other Stories
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Love, lost, Prose
What you left behind wasn't me, it was yourself.
by Bren Vermilion in Ardabil -
Prose, Terrorism, Expat
A bomb gone off on Istiklal ...
by Charlie Grosso in Istanbul -
Memory, writing, Prose
Overwhelmed!... A time when nothing seems to go well...
by Labina Gul in New Delhi -
writing, Prose
He was happy he'd decided to go
by Emanuel Rabina in Wellington -
Dating, Concert, Prose
A night as "free-range" cattle - or - Searching for a unified theory on courtship.
by Charlie Grosso in New York -
writing, Prose
The farmer's beads
by Emanuel Rabina in Wellington -
Prose, Sports, Life
Bases Loaded
by Shane Schick in Toronto -
Prose, writing, Mobile Computing
The first 'sketch' on hi! Coincidentally I landed here on *hi* today while googling. Capture,Write, Publish And...Big Screen Tablet. (Gifted)
by Labina Gul in New Delhi -
religion, Prose, hatred
I came here to find myself. I have been bruised and I have bruised people. Said the worst of things.Fought for love that I thought should be mine. Let go when it mattered most. Loved her and hated her. Loved her, hated her. Don't know what to do now. I am much better, I tell myself. But I feel broken, I know. Wish all of these hadn't started. In love, don't give room for doubt. That surely is one way ticket to depression.Now someone hand me down some cold water to calm me. Never being the same. Never. We will meet again. We will. Save some love for me. Just do.
by Richard Abbey in Accra -
relationships, Prose, Life
Time to say goodbye.
by Christiana Newton in Carbondale -
chaos, Tornado, Prose
The sirens came abruptly. It was one in the morning and the window by our bed was still open.
by Russell Schindler in Ann Arbor -
People, Prose
People you once knew
by Sanna Karlsson in Örebro -
Self-portrait, Prose
Self-Portrait of The Artist as a Self-Conscious 17 year-old.
by Ianne Villanueva in Manila -
Sleepless, Prose
Sleepless in Solna
by Sanna Karlsson in Solna -
night, Prose, poetry
Midsummer Night
by Sanna Karlsson in Katrineholm -
Prose, Life
Distracted
by Matt Shachter in Hilliard -
Prose, On forgetting
The hard glare of the fluorescent light. The shiny marble floor. The buzzing of the electricity. In that somber quiet waiting room. Avoiding eye contact. Deep breaths of frustration.
by Grant Gregory in Orlando -
photography, Prose
In the photographers room
by Sanna Karlsson in Gothenburg -
Prose, reflections
We never look around us
by Lorena Rivas in Guatemala -
Stroll, Prose
A pleasurable ennui
by Sanna Karlsson in Örebro -
Prose, Short story, woman
sHe''
by Samuel Alomenu in Accra -
woman, Short story, Prose
sHe : Her Hands , Her Hinds.
by Samuel Alomenu in Accra -
Prose
It's been a long time since I've been here.
by Samuel Rafuse in Saskatoon -
home, Prose, On The Road
Undercover in NYC...(Where the author finally, at last, accepts the obvious. Lets not talk about why it took her so long. She feels plenty dumb)...Part 3
by Charlie Grosso in New York -
home, Prose, Exploration
Anywhere but here...(The author squirms in extreme discomfort and restraints are necessary to prevent her from doing something bad)...Part 2
by Charlie Grosso in New York -
home, On The Road, Prose
The problem with re-entry...(Where the author is pleased to return home and discovers for the nth time the problems with home)...Part 1
by Charlie Grosso in New York -
summer, Prose
Austin in June
by Sara Ashley in Austin -
Prose, Thoughts
The word...
by Lloyd Nebres in Kahului -
nature, sunset, Prose
So there we were laying on the top of the mountain,in each others arms, watching the sun goes down...
by Mariana Lordello in Lençóis -
writing, Prose
I write like I swim. I can't go far.
by Mike Ng in San Francisco -
Prose
...and from this place
by Lloyd Nebres in Wailuku -
sky, Prose
From this place
by Sanna Karlsson in Katrineholm -
Prose, England, Sundays
A quintessential Southern English town. Beautiful and ancient.
by Aaron Davies in Chichester -
Prose, Trains
I love the enforced laziness of a train carriage
by Aaron Davies in Crawley -
night, Prose
Waiting the night
by Sanna Karlsson in Örebro -
Prose
Someone asked me, why don't you defend yourself?
by Kelly Vivace in Santa Cruz -
Prose, Letters
The letter
by Sanna Karlsson in Örebro -
Prose, Night walks
It's one of those nights.
by Kati Krause in Berlin -
writing, Prose
Wish
by Emanuel Rabina in Wellington -
writing, Prose, for Cheryl
That couple by the river
by Emanuel Rabina in Wellington
Recent Moments
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Love, lost, Prose
What you left behind wasn't me, it was yourself.
in Ardabil, Iran -
Prose, Terrorism, Expat
A bomb gone off on Istiklal ...
in Istanbul, Turkey -
Memory, writing, Prose
Overwhelmed!... A time when nothing seems to go well...
in New Delhi, India -
writing, Prose
He was happy he'd decided to go
in Wellington, New Zealand -
Dating, Concert, Prose
A night as "free-range" cattle - or - Searching for a unified theory on courtship.
in New York, United States -
writing, Prose
The farmer's beads
in Wellington, New Zealand -
Prose, Backstory, Memory
Kiss Of Butterflies ~And The Chilhood! Hopes...Colors... Innocence...
in New Delhi, India -
Prose, Sports, Life
Bases Loaded
in Toronto, Canada -
Prose, writing, Mobile Computing
The first 'sketch' on hi! Coincidentally I landed here on *hi* today while googling. Capture,Write, Publish And...Big Screen Tablet. (Gifted)
in New Delhi, India -
religion, Prose, hatred
I came here to find myself. I have been bruised and I have bruised people. Said the worst of things.Fought for love that I thought should be mine. Let go when it mattered most. Loved her and hated her. Loved her, hated her. Don't know what to do now. I am much better, I tell myself. But I feel broken, I know. Wish all of these hadn't started. In love, don't give room for doubt. That surely is one way ticket to depression.Now someone hand me down some cold water to calm me. Never being the same. Never. We will meet again. We will. Save some love for me. Just do.
in Accra, Ghana -
relationships, Prose, Life
Time to say goodbye.
in Carbondale, United States -
chaos, Tornado, Prose
The sirens came abruptly. It was one in the morning and the window by our bed was still open.
in Ann Arbor, United States -
People, Prose
People you once knew
in Örebro, Sweden -
Self-portrait, Prose
Self-Portrait of The Artist as a Self-Conscious 17 year-old.
in Manila, Philippines -
Sleepless, Prose
Sleepless in Solna
in Solna, Sweden -
Prose, Life
Distracted
in Hilliard, United States -
Prose, On forgetting
The hard glare of the fluorescent light. The shiny marble floor. The buzzing of the electricity. In that somber quiet waiting room. Avoiding eye contact. Deep breaths of frustration.
in Orlando, United States -
Prose, cityscape
Looking for escape routes
in Örebro, Sweden -
photography, Prose
In the photographers room
in Gothenburg, Sweden -
Prose, refugees
Refugee
in null, null -
Prose, reflections
We never look around us
in Guatemala, Guatemala -
Stroll, Prose
A pleasurable ennui
in Örebro, Sweden -
Prose, Short story, woman
sHe''
in Accra, Ghana -
woman, Short story, Prose
sHe : Her Hands , Her Hinds.
in Accra, Ghana -
Prose
It's been a long time since I've been here.
in Saskatoon, Canada -
home, Prose, Exploration
Anywhere but here...(The author squirms in extreme discomfort and restraints are necessary to prevent her from doing something bad)...Part 2
in New York, United States -
home, Prose, On The Road
Undercover in NYC...(Where the author finally, at last, accepts the obvious. Lets not talk about why it took her so long. She feels plenty dumb)...Part 3
in New York, United States -
Prose, Thoughts
The word...
in Kahului, United States -
writing, Prose
I write like I swim. I can't go far.
in San Francisco, United States -
Prose
...and from this place
in Wailuku, United States -
sky, Prose
From this place
in Katrineholm, Sweden -
Prose, England, Sundays
A quintessential Southern English town. Beautiful and ancient.
in Chichester, United Kingdom -
Prose, Trains
I love the enforced laziness of a train carriage
in Crawley, United Kingdom -
night, Prose
Waiting the night
in Örebro, Sweden -
Prose
Someone asked me, why don't you defend yourself?
in Santa Cruz, United States -
Prose, Letters
The letter
in Örebro, Sweden -
Prose, Night walks
It's one of those nights.
in Berlin, Germany -
writing, Prose
Wish
in Wellington, New Zealand -
writing, Prose, for Cheryl
That couple by the river
in Wellington, New Zealand -
Cards Against Humanity, Prose
Cards Against Humanity
in Wellington, New Zealand