Do you believe in Prose

in a writer’s beating heart?

The phrases can free author

whenever glad tidings start.

And it’s magic, when the words

capture the stars in your sky.

Bliss flows in with tales of yore

dancing pages of bewitchment

free your soul and let you fly.

If you believe in magic

tattoo your feelings with Prose

and just maybe, if ambiance is right

you’ll tap, tap, tap all night long

doing the salsa with other Prosers

meeting tomorrow, late at night

and we’ll conjure some magic words

because the wizardry is in you and me

and Prose gives us the platform

to create visions of all we can be.

Do you believe, like I believe

that the magnetism of Prose

will set us free to see

how much we owe

to Prose who allows

creativity to flow free?

Prose has become a second home for me. It is here I finally feel free to express myself on the page; to explore new forms of writing and see how I (and others) like the results; and to meet an incredibly diverse group of talented writers who, by their own work, have helped me learn and develop my own. It is here I have found a voice and an outlet to use that voice. It is here I have learned that I can fail and not feel crushed by failure; it is simply another learning experience.

People have noticed a recent change in my mood and outlook, and when they ask me about it, I tell them it's because of Prose. I write for myself (and not just clients) every day now, and I have a venue to share that work. I also write for others. Sometimes other writers will encourage me to expand a story I've written or take on a new topic, and it is in those moments that I truly feel part of something larger than myself. I think it is fair to say that Prose and the writers that make it up are an essential part of my life now, and for that I couldn't be happier.

What can I say? It's great to have a place you can go to, a place where you can write so others can read it, without being judged, criticized, mocked, or not taken seriously. 

Prose is amazing, and I love the opportunities it gives me to read and write, gain inspiration and inspire others.

Thanks so much for creating this site.

My dear sweet, loving Mother loves to always find out what I'm upto. She also knows that I really like art, music and writing. So she told me one day to look for a site/place where I could write, and share my work.

Lo and behold, I searched for an online writing site & I stumbled upon Prose. I've learnt a lot about writing from a lot of brilliant, creative and inspiring writers. It is a place where poets, and writers from different places in the world have come to adore.

I'd like to say a big thank you to the creators of Prose. It's nice for writers to have a place where other fellow artists get to help each other to become better writers. And also share thoughts, views, opinions and create new, amazing tales, stories and characters.

I had stopped writing, life got in the way. I allowed it to. I think before I joined Prose there had been a 4 year gap of no writing. It became a void. I knew I needed to write, it was an itch I couldn't scratch, so to kick my own ass in the right direction I google searched, "Writing contests" thinking money might be a good motivator. On a list of online writing contests I found theprose.com. I poked around thought it looked good and joined. I entered in random challenges, no money involved, and started writing. Due to my lacking any real social graces, I didn't interacted as much as I should, but I still wrote. I ended up encouraging other writers I knew to join, because they had found themselves in a similar slump, and since I was writing again due to The Prose, maybe it could help them. For them is has, in fact, they tended to be better at social interaction than I and thus encourage me to be better. I love it here, I check in a few times a day, reading and writing when I can. I still feel I suck at social interaction, fearing my comments may come off wrong. 

But this me, and I am here to write and chew bubble gum, and I am all out of gum. 

I'm so glad to have this forum, this Prose.

After the last group I was in folded, I felt so lost, then some of my writing mates from there found Prose and it's been a home away from home.

Even better because Prose has many more interesting ways to express yourself!

When I write it's difficult for me to write about fictional stuff because I feel every thing I write. I feel every word I read the same way which is why I don't read many stories.

Prose to me is a wonderful outlet to experience and explore different venues without feeling as if I'm going to be harshly judged.

We are all part of this special Universe,

This family we fondly call

Prose.

Prose thanks for hanging in there!

Prose is my escape plan! It gives me an escape from my anxiety attacks, those low days of my life when I do not want to talk to anyone but Prose is there to give me a hand and all the fellow prosers to give me hope when I read their creations and when they like my creations. It gives me a sense that I am not alone of my kind in this world. There are alike people in disguise as prosers.

Thank you Prose and Prosers!

Prose reminds me of that table of artsy kids in high school. They always welcomed me and, even if they were a bit surprised in my occasional interest, they never made me feel out of place. The cool kids table made me feel like a pretender, a follower, being judged with every move I made. They were simply a group of people all striving to be the same, calling other people "posers". Meanwhile, the table of writers, actors, and artists were all so fiercely individual, and I see now how much cooler that really is. That's Prose for me. The lunch table where I should've been all this time. After 20 years of writing, its taken pushing, prodding and the unconditional support from the love of my life to finally put my creative self "out there" for the world to see. Now members of the writing community, strangers who have never met me, can judge me for just one thing, my writing. My writing, which needs work, and needs judging. My writing identity, which needs encouragement and praise. And me, who needed a place to eat my lunch and be myself. What a Proser.

Prose Rocks like a baby cradle

Prose is the "toothpaste" of society

Prose is a Q-tip, a hanger for your thoughts 

Prose is Bill Gaits on steroids

Prose is sliced bread

Prose is optionally anonymously putting yourself out there even if you're a wall flower.

Prose is your psychiatrist!

That is Prose.

Healthy as protein, Prose.