Alivia Varvel

Joined August 2021

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time is the most precious commodity

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relentless
"careful now, she's mad. she has ice in her veins." no, i was burning. and i blinded myself with it. "fine, be a fire. but not too bright."
By Alivia Varvel26 days ago in Poets
Published. Top Story - December 2025.
In September 2024, I got this response to a short story I submitted to a magazine. Original rejection That initial rejection hurt as much as it gave me hope. They liked it, but there were better submissions out there. That's the name of the game. It doesn't necessarily mean your work was bad; there were just pieces they liked more.
By Alivia Varvelabout a month ago in Writers
Unheard. Runner-Up in I Wrote This Challenge.
Video reading story below: My greatest affliction is one I have held close to the chest my entire life. I almost wish I could remember the first moment I felt it. Maybe if I could pinpoint it, figure out what went wrong, I could fix it. But I know it doesn't work that way.
By Alivia Varvel8 months ago in Writers
the weight of her gaze
her face is bare these days, hair stick straight. dark strands now shimmer as light catches scattered silver. on tiptoes with arms stretched up,
By Alivia Varvel11 months ago in Poets
Jealousy is a Bitter Snake
Thirteen days into 2025, I realized my biggest failure of 2024 wasn’t me neglecting my novel. It was neglecting the thing that brought me joy.
By Alivia Varvel12 months ago in Motivation
The Endless Redemption Arc
January MGMT - Mother Nature Turn those subtle reds into neon You'll see the difference when it's done But I understand your hesitation
By Alivia Varvelabout a year ago in Beat
balance
i watch the trees. they grow, fade, and grow again. and yet they don't know. the sun casts its rays. it shines on the just and the unjust.
By Alivia Varvelabout a year ago in Poets
vigil
the moon, our watchman she still shines only because other light persists
By Alivia Varvelabout a year ago in Poets
The Monster Waiting to Eat Me
There was only one rule: don't open the door. Mommy told me a hundred times when we moved in that the room at the end of the hall was Michael's special office. Even if I wanted to go in, I couldn't. It was always locked.
By Alivia Varvelabout a year ago in Horror
summer business
you catch sight of an evergreen minivan pull around the corner. bees and their friends bustle and buzz around in search of the source of the sugar they know is near as you pour a quick splash into a cup.
By Alivia Varvelabout a year ago in Poets
The Devil’s Not Here
Percy stopped praying out loud two days ago. At first, hearing the shake in his own voice as he cried out to God unsettled him deeply, his stomach a black hole in a way he never wanted to feel again. And yet, he got used to and almost longed to hear something, anything above the swish and swoosh of the water around them.
By Alivia Varvelabout a year ago in Fiction
the slow slip
somewhere out there, somewhen in time, you and i did not stay the same. we never fell to our knees. we held each other fast.
By Alivia Varvelabout a year ago in Poets