Writer's Block
The Real Secret to Fitness Progress
There comes a point in almost every fitness journey where things start to feel confusing. You’re putting in the effort, showing up regularly, and doing everything you believe is right. But despite all that, the results don’t feel obvious.
By Backlinks Cartabout 18 hours ago in Writers
Digital Graveyard Confessions
I used to pour my morning coffee, open my laptop, and genuinely trust the words staring back at me. Now, I sip my brew with a heavy dose of suspicion. I am being haunted. Not by spirits, but by soulless algorithms masquerading as articles written by ChatGPT otherwise referred as journalists that often name me in them for ranking. I am featured rich, poor, an aggresor or a victim depending who has written it.
By Narghiza Ergashova2 days ago in Writers
The House I Could Never Find
I am standing in front of a house. It is small, with old yellow walls and a weathered roof, the kind that has survived enough seasons to earn its softness. Time has left its mark everywhere - in the cracks, in the faded paint, in the quiet wear of its exterior - but none of it takes away from its beauty. If anything, it makes the house more lovable. Some things become more precious, precisely because time has touched them.
By Gabriella Reti8 days ago in Writers
The Darkness He Called Home
He did not want a way out. He wanted company in the dark. It is dark in here. Not the kind of darkness that simply falls when the Sun goes down, but the kind that clings - damp, cold, airless. It settles on my skin like a second layer, seeps into my lungs, presses against my ribs. The walls sweat. The ground is unstable. Even silence feels wet here.
By Gabriella Reti10 days ago in Writers
How To Start Writing on Medium in 2026 (and Actually Get Paid)
I still remember the first $2.31 I made from the Medium Partner Program. Not the first $100 month or the first “viral” story. That strange little $2.31 on a piece I almost didn’t publish. I stared at that green number like it had opened a side door into another life.
By abualyaanart11 days ago in Writers
Turning the Ephemeral into the Concrete
Some experiences feel real while they are happening and unreal almost immediately afterward. A conversation that sparks clarity, a realization that reframes a problem, a moment where scattered thoughts suddenly align. In the moment, there is a sense that something solid has been grasped. But without capture, that solidity dissolves. What remains is a faint impression, detached from the reasoning that made it meaningful. The experience was real, but it left no durable trace.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast15 days ago in Writers
On blood moons, fantasy novels and the overwhelming feeling of what's the fucken point
Honestly, what's the fucken point? From the opposite side of the world, I recently tried to convince my sister that creative, artistic endeavours were still a worthwhile use of her time.
By Roderick Makim18 days ago in Writers
