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The Color of My Loneliness Was Always Blue.
BY WIKI DOMIN Blue isnβt just a color. It's the hum of a song you forgot how to sing. Itβs the smell of old books on rainy afternoons. Itβs the soft sigh of the moonlight as it kisses your window at 2 a.m. when no one else is awake.
By βπ¦π βπ¦π πΈππ«5 months ago in Poets
How to Treat Elders
I grew up in a house where silence was louder than words. Not the awkward silence of strangers, but the kind that echoed love, wisdom, and patience. My grandfather lived with us for the first seventeen years of my life, and though he rarely raised his voice, his presence filled every room he entered. He taught me how to treat eldersβnot with obligation or politeness, but with a deep, personal reverence born from understanding who they are, and what they carry.
By βπ¦π βπ¦π πΈππ«6 months ago in Families
Whispers of the Past
The attic smelled of cedar and dust, the kind of scent that clings to forgotten memories. It had been years since I ventured up there, past the creaking stairs and the ghost of my grandmother's voice humming lullabies that once lulled me to sleep. My fingers brushed against an old trunkβthe one with brass hinges and worn-out leather edges. The trunk had always been there, waiting.
By βπ¦π βπ¦π πΈππ«6 months ago in Fiction
The Voice Memos I Never Sent
The first voice memo was for Michael. I remember recording it one evening while walking home. The sky had turned a soft indigo, and Iβd just passed the coffee shop where we first met β not by fate, but because you knocked over my laptop with your messenger bag. You apologized, bought me a coffee, and the next thing I knew, we were building a life.
By βπ¦π βπ¦π πΈππ«6 months ago in Fiction
The Life in Silence Home.
by wiki king! Thereβs a different kind of language spoken in the silence home. Not one built from syllables or soundβbut from glances, hand squeezes, shoulder taps, and the smallest nods that carry the weight of entire conversations.
By βπ¦π βπ¦π πΈππ«6 months ago in Horror
Conversations I Never Had
Conversations I Never Had By [wiki king] Dear Lily, Do you remember when we buried that time capsule in the backyard? You insisted we include your sparkly hairband because βin the future, people will want to know what style means.β I put in a PokΓ©mon card. It feels like yesterday and a lifetime ago. You moved away the summer after fifth grade. We promised weβd write letters, but I never sent mine.
By βπ¦π βπ¦π πΈππ«6 months ago in Families
Rent Moonlight β One Hour
No one saw the man arrive. One Tuesday morning in late September, after the rain had washed away the sleep of the town, the booth appeared in the center of the square β neat as a heartbeat, with pale wooden panels, a single stool, and a sign that read:
By βπ¦π βπ¦π πΈππ«6 months ago in Confessions
The Last Letter. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Twelve-year-old Ellie had always believed that her grandmotherβs house held secrets. It wasnβt just the creaky stairs or the grandfather clock that chimed ten minutes lateβit was the feeling. The walls seemed to breathe stories, the kind no one ever quite told.
By βπ¦π βπ¦π πΈππ«6 months ago in Education
