Me, but I am writing fiction stories in my own language, my mother tongue, in Tagalog. I can’t be consistent in blogging in English because I have a lot of qualms about my grammar. I am comfortable with my own language as my readers came from the same country. I write romantic comedy all the time, but I am not sure if I am great in romantic area.…[Read more]

Well, I too check out a site where a great writer named Scott shares his insights and many others contribute. I will check on your mentioned site, if time permits.

I am doing my fair share of creative writing (mostly poetry) but I am not in a paid-per-post forum similar to here. Here is the website in case you are interested, it’s called Literative. It is a nice community and there are aspiring creative writers around where you can ask for advice or read recommendations about publishers, marketing tactic,…[Read more]

What a nice story, but sad to say, I never felt love of a mother. My mother passed away when I was four years old. I remembered somehow how she carried me tenderly and how she kissed me with love and tenderness. I am so jealous with others with their mum and hate those who do not love their instead showed cruelty.I missed my mum and her tender love.

The story is very touching one and it left a tear on my eyes. It reminds me of my mother, she will get to my workplace or school just to drop by my food if I forgot it. I always forgot about it before because I was always rushing going to school and work.  I would love to share some short stories too but it will happen next week.

Helping other is no joke. I have realized this situation what had my wife did one day to our neighbor. We had a poor neighbor who was a good carpenter. He just went to do a contractual carpentry work without eating his breakfast. He went during lunch time. He brought some foods to his family just enough for their lunch. Before he went back to his…[Read more]

@dawnwriter/

a beautiful and touching story indeed.

A mom who is worried over her daughter’s meal, is being worried by her own elderly mom.

To bad, my mom isn’t reacting that way.

When I was schooling, primary and secondary school, my mom just slept in bed and told me to prepare my own breakfast.

Hence, I had never had experience any motherly…[Read more]