Ariana Hunter
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I’m Ariana Hunter, and I write the way I live — honestly, even when it hurts. I don’t hide the dark parts or the soft parts. Most of my work comes from the things I’ve survived, the versions of myself I’ve had to outgrow.
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The Devotion Experiment
Devotion, as a human behavior, has historically been examined through moral, religious, or relational frameworks. In these contexts, devotion is often described as a virtue or obligation. This study departs from those traditions by approaching male devotion as an observable phenomenon, rather than a prescribed ideal.
By Ariana Hunter27 days ago in Confessions
The Room That Waited
No one spoke of it anymore. At the far end of the old house, past the narrow hallway and the staircase that groaned under every step, there was a door that had not been opened in decades. Its paint was chipped and dulled by time, the brass knob cold and unyielding, as though it had absorbed every winter that passed unnoticed. The family had learned to walk past it, to ignore it, as though silence could erase its existence.
By Ariana Hunterabout a month ago in Fiction
⟡ We Buried the Sun With Our Hands ⟡
The year the sun stopped rising, we were told not to look for God. Everyone waited anyway. The sky stayed bruised purple for weeks, like dawn was ashamed to show itself. We lit fires in the streets, burning memories instead of wood — trinkets, photographs, journal pages — until smoke tasted like the past. People swore they saw the sun kneeling beyond the horizon, head bowed like something grieving itself.
By Ariana Hunterabout a month ago in Fiction
