And now I’m right here waiting…. — It happened so quickly, that it took my breath away. We could have been oceans apart, day after day, but I never felt closer to him at that moment. I should preface this by saying from, say, 1988–1992 I was obsessed with Richard. I played his music constantly. I…

Cash prizes and a chance to be crowned Medium’s first Memoirist Idol — Memoirists, I have exciting news to share. The Memoirist is holding its second contest — starting July 1st! But. This is not just any ordinary contest. I give you: Memoirist Idol. Contest Rules & Guidelines Writers have one month to submit stories. Eligible stories must be submitted between 7/1/22 and 7/31/22 (by 11:59 pm…

He tried to tell me what my actions meant but he was wrong — Dear KiKi, I’m a divorced single woman in her early 30s. A few nights ago after a particularly tough day at work, I decided to head over to a neighborhood bar to treat myself to a couple of glasses of wine and some appetizers before heading home. …

Hint: I’m fucking manic. — My husband of 10 years—my fairytale husband who was my childhood sweetheart — the one I passionately argued with on the bus in kindergarten, once said to me as I was cowered in a corner when I was in my mid-30s, unable to escape, “you will never be happy. …

“Suck My D*ck!” — “You’re just like Tonya Harding.” “Excuse me?” Not just excuse me. Spit-take, deep shudder, and — pardon my French, but— what the hell? “You’re my Tonya Harding.” I cradled the phone against my ear with my shoulder, not believing what I was hearing and not knowing how to reply. …

We have a new prompt up! — Hi all! I think I owed you a newsletter last week — Christopher Robin, are we supposed to be doing these once a month or twice a month? Well, we’ll get it down. Welcome to all of our new writers who were added this month! There are too many to…

J’ai juste besoin d’espace — You can find the english version here: An Elegy for the Introverted Une lumière dorée s’élève brillant à travers ses cheveux, Elle se lève tôt avant qu’ils ne se réveillent tous; Son temps, doux temps trop limité pour être partagé, Avec les alarmes, sa bulle, elle est désormais délaissée. L’introvertie…

’84 Internationale to Provide Writers a Place to Publish In Their Native Languages — Dear Writers, We are pleased to announce the launch of ’84 Internationale — a new publication that will enable non-English writers to share stories in their native language. ’84 Internationale is another brainchild of writer, editor, and Suite 1984 business partner Gaurav Jain, who most recently successfully launched the popular…