Anita

Joined November 2017

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Anita’s Blog is a space for real stories, spontaneous thoughts, and reflections on life, love, and growth. No filters, no schedule—just honest writing as moments happen and feelings find their words.

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Black in America
The flag still waves but it sounds like chains when the wind hits it just right. I learned early that silence can be a sentence,
By Anitaabout 4 hours ago in Poets
Still Standing
There was a season in her life when quitting felt logical. Not dramatic. Not emotional. Just… practical. She was tired in the kind of way sleep doesn’t fix.
By Anitaabout 5 hours ago in Fiction
Only Once
We forget, how brief the miracle is how the morning doesn’t promise to repeat itself, how hands are borrowed, not owned.
By Anitaabout 5 hours ago in Poets
Love and Honor on the Battlefields
The sun was setting over the fjords of Norway, casting a golden glow over the villages and farmlands below. The air was alive with the sound of clanging swords and the shouts of men, as the Viking warriors prepared for battle. Among them was a young man named Einar, his heart heavy with the weight of his own destiny.
By Anita2 years ago in Fiction
Raiders of the Open Sea
The land of the Vikings was a harsh and unforgiving place, where only the strongest and bravest could survive. It was ruled by a great king named Erik, a man of towering stature, with a fierce gaze and a voice that could command respect and obedience.
By Anita2 years ago in Fiction
Fear Thy Neighbor
Hello again, my fellow readers. This tale is about a neighbor that I have encountered and still is going on to this day. My neighbor, I'll give him the name Mr. Lonely to mask his identity for now. Mr. Lonely is just like his name, very lonely indeed, to the point I was never alone if I stepped my foot onto my porch.
By Anita2 years ago in Confessions
Distant Queen
After a long 12 hour shift day at the hospital, Rebecca returned home to an empty apartment. Lights we're off due to the hurricane alert that has been over the city of Cleveland for three days. For three days she was without power, which is okay with she had tons of candles her mother sent her every year for her birthday, she was dying of light. She walked into her apartment, which welcomed her was broken windows, glass and water everywhere in her apartment. Her cat Milo was crying at her closed bedroom door.
By Anita5 years ago in Futurism
Postpartum Depression
Before I had my beautiful son on December 23, 2019. I was carefree and had my independence, I dated and I enjoyed my free nights of course with friends. Before I found out I was pregnant with my son in April 2019; on February 15, 2019 I found out that my best friend was murdered by her child's father. This happen a few days before my birthday (February 19) and on my brothers birthday (February 15).
By Anita5 years ago in Families
Grief for a pet
Hello Beautiful People! Yesterday was one of the hardest things in my life that I had to do, which was to say goodbye to my first and only baby boy at the time before I had my son. I adopted a black kitten back in 2006 of April. He was the only kitten left behind in SPCA, and they didn't even know he was in there at all. So immedately I fell in love. I took him home and he was only weeks old, and I kept his name as Midnight.
By Anita5 years ago in Petlife
The Distant Queen (Pt. 1)
After a long 12 hour shift day at the hospital, Rebecca returned home to an empty apartment. Lights were off due to the hurricane alert that has been over the city of Cleveland for three days. For three days, she was without power, which is okay with her—she had tons of candles her mother sent her every year for her birthday–she was dying of the light. She walked into her apartment, what welcomed her was broken windows, glass, and water everywhere in her apartment. Her cat Milo was crying at her closed bedroom door.
By Anita7 years ago in Futurism
Daddy's Not Home
I know I’m not the only person in the world that has a similar story of a father figure being absent in their life. My story wasn’t always like that, my father was in my life up until I was four years old. At that time when I was four, my father wasn’t in a relationship with my mother. He was with a woman named Victoria – this woman couldn’t have kids and as I remember as a child, I really didn’t enjoy my time with her.
By Anita8 years ago in Families
Daydreaming
As he lay after a stressful day, his body crashes he eases his breathing, closes his hazel eyes but can't help—to reminisce about her thighs
By Anita8 years ago in Poets

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Black in America

Still Standing

Only Once

Love and Honor on the Battlefields

Raiders of the Open Sea

Fear Thy Neighbor

Distant Queen

Postpartum Depression

Grief for a pet

The Distant Queen (Pt. 1)

Daddy's Not Home

Daydreaming

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