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Why Poems?

Why do we write poems, or is it why should we write poetry? It depends on one’s objective. For some, it’s a way to pour out their hearts and emotions …

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A Season To Reflect

It’s a season of unrest, a reason to reflect upon the temporality of things, of people — the abrupt losses before we truly find; Life’s but what’s lived amidst unsettling …

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Submission Guidelines

Written Tales welcomes submissions of short stories (fiction & non-fiction), flash fiction, and poetry for our digital and print features. We are open to almost any topic you can throw at us. If we feel a piece is not suitable for our publication, we will let you know. When submitting poetry, we enjoy all styles and forms. All we ask is you check your grammar before submission.
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Poems & Stories

A Christmas Tale

Thin, white candles teetered at the end of the small, pathetic looking tree. The branches struggled to hold up the few baubles Mama had secured …

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Within Us

You will bring me plastic blue roses and I will think how I crossed the line again. I see you in my mirror. I am …

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By the Pier

enveloped in darknesson the soft grasswithout care for the world’s viewnor desire to know where we were we listen to the sound of the universeblinded …

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Lies

We’ll be there soon. Not long now!It’s definitely cold enough to drink…It’ll still be warm. You’ll make lots of friendsIt wont be the same as …

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How to Meditate

-eyes close- legs cross feet fizz pineal pumps; fantastical reams chimerical dreams screen on id’s secret cinema; its ego v superego as mind body spirit …

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Today

The energy radiates from a man Across the street — He flaunts his wide arms Letting them go aimlessly As if he owns this place. …

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Love’s Short Tale

Once Upon A Time, there was an island where all Sentiments were living together in peace; Happiness, Sorrow, Knowledge, Arrogance, Love and the rest. One …

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Porto, Portugal: A Hidden Gem

Portugal is a beautiful European country located in the Iberia region, near Spain. It was part of the Roman Empire since the 3rd Century BC, …

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Their Shoes

I stared in horror at the mountain of shoes, smelling of sweat, dirt and pain. Each shoe a part of an identity, ripped away from …

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The Sacrifice for Hope

I came from a place, Of terror and war The screaming and punching guns In a constant destroying race I came to seek freedom In …

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How to Improve Your Writing

Many have asked what’s the best way to improve your writing. Reading The most important one is to read across different genres. If you are …

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Aisha Yesufu

Heart exalted from the mountain of strength to undertake blessed ventures afresh Meet the goddess of divine punishment who gives cannibals a taste of their …

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Jungle Thoughts

He thumbed one of the ears laced through the braided cord around his neck. Heavy rain poured through the darkness of the jungle around him …

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Submitting to Magazines

Publishing a magazine over the last year, I have learned quite a bit. Not only from an editor’s point of view but also from a …

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Let them Speak

Every time you hush down a women’s word, And suppress their opinions to be, Citing it as unintellectual, unimportant, and of no need, You are …

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Author’s Book Promo

To further help other authors and get my books in front of readers, I signed up for Bookfunnel a few days ago after catching a …

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The Puzzle of Life

Why does death evoke sympathy? Even a person hated by everyone gets a couple of genuine RIPs after demise. Is it that difficult to respect …

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Written Tales Writers Group

With the current censorship on Facebook, Twitter, and other social platforms, Written Tales can no longer tolerate or support it. We created this print and …

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Stand Still?

I had once read a quote about happiness and it has stuck with me for the last two decades now! Happiness is like a butterfly; …

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Oh, Clove & Pine

As she pinches the bow tighter,the smile of hers gets brighter,“It came from the heart,”she whispers against the music. The scent of clove and pine,the …

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Blue

Blue. Like the color of his intense eyes. So hauntingly mesmerizing and that it halts me every time. I watch him dance with a beautiful …

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More Than an Accessory

A Cento poem from “The Husband Stitch” in Carmen Maria Machado’s In Her Body and Other Parties I am her ribbon, the one she keeps …

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Manicured Nails

Finger on lips, Hushing the devil Hips that sync, The music I fear Sins of the past, My skin she unravels Manicured Nails, Cutting what …

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The Bedbug

I shouldn’t have bought this. I shouldn’t have bought this queen-sized four-poster bed. I was just a single person. I had no use of this …

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