— At four you’ll sip your black tea either with Splenda or not depending on who you think you are today. Sit by the window, picturing a family in the backyard— he’s running barefoot in the grass again, and the young is shouting something about wearing white. you count his st...

For the first time, the house is dark and empty. I had to walk a lightless porch. I was dressed in black, my eyes were red, my legs were chained, my lungs felt like acid, and my throat clogged. I promised my dad to protect her like he did. To be the man of the house in his prolonged absence,...

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The pursuit of humanity — Written: January 25th 2025 5PM-7:20PM — – By: Dominique Nuvalla Me – TRIGGER WARNING Upsetting topics, depression, the unfortunate reality that is the state of the world and people's mentality, societal norms, insanity, etc. There's so mu...

Written out of time By: Panthera Someday, I will not exist A hidden “commodity” To a smeared history To those who knew of me, I will be a ing glimpse The ghost in the corner of their eye A shadow in an alleyway Will this be the reality they wanted? An erasure of jewels Too pri...

I apologize if my hand writing is not very legible! I have shaky hands ^^,

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Warning: This story deals with notions of abusive relationships as well as violence and language. Reader discretion is advised. “So who is this girl we are dealing with exactly?” “Sienna Marina, Crimson Fiend of Flames.” “... And who is she?” “Due to interference with several famil...

The big streetlamp on the corner of the road, it's only purpose to help others, shine down to advise lone wanderers in the night where to go, the safety and security it holds is truly wonderful. But this one isn't. It's past it's time and now it's just a pathetic small bulb, barely doing anything ...

“You don’t love me, Damien.” said Sadie through a scoff. With a slide of her hand, she slid it down the side of his face, further branding the meaning. Perfume seeped into his nose, the scent strong with tea rose tones, something he would know forever. “I do.” he protested, tears purging and wetti...