Inspiration
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 Retiabout 4 hours ago in Writers
100 Top Stories and Other Accidents
On March 9th, an entry I published for the "Everyone Is Acting Normally" Challenge, Silken Chains, was awarded a Top Story. I was delighted. For various reasons. It is one of my best-written stories, and it helped me achieve another Vocal milestone.
By Paul Stewarta day 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 Retia day 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 abualyaanart3 days ago in Writers
The Library of Lost Things
The rain didn’t just fall in Oakhaven; it sighed. It was the kind of gray, relentless drizzle that made you want to stay inside and count your regrets. I found myself standing in front of a building I’d passed a thousand times but never truly noticed: a narrow storefront with a peeling wooden sign that read The Library of Lost Things.
By Nolan Ellis4 days ago in Writers
