Novels & Short Stories Forum What Is Writing? A Lie We Tell..

Writing is not art. It’s not expression. It’s desperation. At its core, writing is a dying man’s scream, immortalized in ink. We write because we fear being forgotten. Every novel, every poem, every “dear diary” is a veiled cry: “Please remember me when I’m gone.” They told you writing is beautiful? They lied. Writing is brutal. It’s the act of bleeding silently onto a page, hoping someone will notice the stains. It’s carving your mind open for strangers to dissect. And worse—you beg for them to like it. Some say writing is therapy. Others call it art. But look closer: A politician writes to manipulate. A student writes to survive exams. A lover writes to guilt. A troll writes to burn the world down. It’s not always honest. It’s not always pure. Most of it is noise. Empty words dressed in intellectual clothing. So what is writing? It’s everything. It’s nothing. It’s the most powerful lie ever told—and we all keep telling it.