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No Suspicious Circumstances.
I want to be clear: this is not a cry for help. This is a cry for quiet. A cry for the kind of vanishing that doesn't leave a body, just an echo.
By Test6 months ago in Poets
What the Orange Wall Knew.
The weather was undecided. Rain in the air but not on the ground. A grey that did not press too hard. Still, I felt restless, like something inside me needed air. Not errands. Not chatter. Just space.
By Test6 months ago in Wander
15 Rare Books I Dream of Owning.
Rare books are more than just collector’s items or historical relics. They are physical evidence of humanity’s deepest thoughts, most creative expressions, and the craftsmanship of another time. They remind us that language, ideas, and memory can live far beyond our own lifetime. Although I do not own any of the books on my list, they represent a vision for the kind of legacy I want to build. These are books I wish I could hold, not only for their content, but for what they stand for.
By Test6 months ago in Writers
Glory.
Seven silent years He carved strength in solitude Stillness crowned with fire Poet's note: This clean slate is a precious gift I look forward to giving to someone special soon. For anyone in a season of waiting, consider this time as preparation and an essential part of building your own fresh start. Very few things in life are as powerful and beautiful as a clean slate. Embrace the opportunity it brings because it holds the promise of renewal and hope for what lies ahead.
By Test6 months ago in Poets
Meet Gifted Hands.
There are moments when someone’s voice stops you mid-scroll. Not just because of the sound, but because of the story behind it. A voice that doesn’t beg for attention, but commands it. Not with noise, but with truth.
By Test6 months ago in Beat
The Second Sip.
It was the kind of morning that felt like the inside of a pause. Not sad. Not hopeful. Just still. Minseo sat on the edge of her bed with the weight of memory pressing at her shins. The slippers she loved so much, had vanished. She looked down as if the floor could whisper their hiding spot.
By Test6 months ago in Fiction
I Still Don’t Drive and I’m Waiting for My Future Husband to Teach Me.
Driving was always meant to be mine. A given. Everyone else was doing it. But my father, he always found a way to delay.
By Test6 months ago in Writers
Kintsugi.
I fell not all at once but in slow aching fractures hairline truths gave way to the fault lines I tried to forget … Shards scattered across the floor
By Test6 months ago in Poets
Choke On The Confetti.
I hear there's talk that I’ve finally made my exit. That the nuisance has been neutralized. That the light has been extinguished
By Test6 months ago in Poets
🍂 The Layered Life: Autumn’s Top Coat Trends for 2025.
Thinking about your Fall clothes now is not just practical but also an act of quiet anticipation and grace. Imagine waking up one crisp morning when the air carries that unmistakable chill and knowing exactly what coat will wrap you in warmth and style. It is like having a trusted companion ready before the world calls for it. Planning ahead allows you to choose pieces that truly reflect your personality and values, rather than settling for whatever is left on the racks. It is a way to honor yourself and the changing rhythm of life. Fall is a season of transformation and comfort, and your coat should be both a shield and a statement. So before the leaves start to turn, let us explore some of the most beautiful and thoughtful coats for Fall 2025 that will make stepping into the new season an effortless joy.
By Test6 months ago in Styled
The Girl With Many Names.
They have called me many things but none of them knew my name. Not the one He gave me not the one sewn in light before my limbs were formed.
By Test6 months ago in Poets
She Sings in the Morning.. Runner-Up in Everything Looks Better From Far Away Challenge.
The house stood on the edge of the Cornish cliffs. Glass walls held the sea like a restless secret. Below, the cove curled in quiet, soft sand and rocks smooth from years of wind and wave. The tide whispered in gentle rhythms, brushing the shore with pale foam. Salt hung thick in the air, mixing with the faint sweetness of wild thyme and damp stone.
By Test6 months ago in Fiction