Straylight
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Behind the Masquerade
Behind the Masquerade The ballroom glimmered like a dream dipped in gold. Dozens of masked faces floated beneath the chandeliers — laughing, drinking, whispering — each voice carefully measured, each movement rehearsed. It was called The Masquerade of Truth, though no one knew why.
By Straylight3 months ago in Fiction
The Difference Between Saving in a Bank and Keeping Cash at Home
he Difference Between Saving in a Bank and Keeping Cash at Home Ali was seventeen when his uncle handed him an envelope with two hundred dollars inside. His uncle said, “This is yours. Do not waste it.” Ali felt proud. For the first time, he had money that belonged only to him.
By Straylight5 months ago in Journal
The Day I Stopped Apologizing for Existing. AI-Generated.
Title: The Day I Stopped Apologizing for Existing For as long as I can remember, I apologized for simply existing. It started small. “Sorry for bothering you.” “Sorry for asking.” “Sorry, I didn’t mean to take up space.”
By Straylight6 months ago in Confessions
The Day I Realized I Deserve Better
The Day I Realized I Deserve Better It took losing myself to finally find my worth. There are moments in life that don’t arrive with fireworks or warning signs, but they change you forever. My moment came quietly, on an ordinary Thursday afternoon, in my small, dimly lit apartment. I was staring at my phone, reading yet another half-hearted apology from someone who only ever called when they needed something.
By Straylight7 months ago in Motivation
What I Wish I Told My Younger Self
If I could sit across from my younger self—the quiet, unsure, wide-eyed kid staring out at the world—I wouldn’t waste time with small talk. I’d dive right in, because there’s so much I wish they knew before life got loud, messy, and complicated.
By Straylight7 months ago in Motivation
The Day I Finally Saw My Mother
The Day I Finally Saw My Mother For most of my life, my mother was a constant, unshakable presence. She was the woman who woke me for school, packed my lunches, scolded my mistakes, and clapped the loudest at every small success. She was always there—a fixture in the background of my childhood.
By Straylight7 months ago in Art
The Secret Drawer
Growing up, there was one rule in our house I never dared to break: Don’t touch the drawer in Dad’s study. It was an ordinary drawer in an old wooden desk — scratched, dusty, the handle barely hanging on. But to me, it might as well have been a vault. Dad’s tone made it clear — that drawer was off-limits.
By Straylight7 months ago in Chapters
The Last Song on the Mixtape
The Last Song on the Mixtape Ethan sat on the edge of his bed, the old cassette tape in his hands. It was a relic from a life he no longer recognized, a small rectangle of memories wrapped in crinkled plastic. He hadn’t seen it in years, not since he’d thrown it into the bottom drawer, pushed beneath a tangle of forgotten trinkets and unimportant things. It was a mixtape she’d made for him—his first love, the girl who had written songs into his heart and left without an explanation.
By Straylight7 months ago in Writers
