The World of Xpilar: A Creative Community for Artists and Writers
Are you an artist or writer looking for a supportive community to share your work and connect with like-minded individuals? Look no further than the World of Xpilar.
The World of Xpilar is a digital community founded by artist and photographer @xpilar on the Steem blockchain. The community is dedicated to fostering creativity and supporting artists and writers from around the world.
At the heart of the World of Xpilar is the weekly art and writing contest, which encourages members to create original works based on a theme chosen by @xpilar. Each week, the top entries are rewarded with upvotes and prizes, and the winning works are featured in a weekly recap post.
But the World of xpilar is more than just a contest. It's a thriving community of artists and writers who support each other's creative endeavors through comments, feedback, and engagement. Members also share tips, resources, and inspiration, and collaborate on projects ranging from digital art to poetry to short stories.
The World of xpilar is open to anyone who wants to join, regardless of their level of experience or expertise. Whether you're a seasoned artist or writer or just starting out, you'll find a warm welcome and a supportive community at the World of xpilar.
So why not join the World of Xpilar today and start sharing your creativity with the world? To get started, simply follow @xpilar and look out for the weekly contest theme. Who knows, your next work could be the one that earns you recognition and rewards within this vibrant community a short story:
The Unseen Intruder
It was a dark and stormy night, and Sarah was alone in her small apartment. She had just finished watching a scary movie, and the sound of the rain tapping against the window was making her nervous.
Suddenly, she heard a creaking sound coming from the hallway. She froze, listening intently. The sound continued, and she realized that someone was in her apartment.
She tiptoed to the door and peeked through the peephole, but she saw nothing. Her heart was pounding, and she felt a cold sweat on her forehead. She slowly turned the doorknob, ready to bolt out of the apartment if necessary.
As she opened the door, she saw a shadow move across the hallway. She screamed and ran towards the front door, but it wouldn't budge. She was trapped.
She turned around and saw the shadowy figure advancing towards her. She tried to scream, but no sound came out. She closed her eyes, waiting for the worst.
Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She screamed and opened her eyes, but it was only her roommate, who had come home late from work.
"Sarah, what's wrong?" her roommate asked, concerned.
Sarah breathed a sigh of relief and explained what had happened. Her roommate laughed and shook her head.
"It was just me, Sarah. I thought you knew I was coming home late tonight. Sorry to scare you!"
Sarah laughed, feeling silly for getting so scared. She realized that sometimes, our fears can create imaginary intruders that aren't really there.
As they sat on the couch, watching the rain outside, Sarah felt grateful for her roommate's presence. She knew that even on dark and stormy nights, she was never truly alone.
