YonathanJ

Joined February 2021

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I've been an avid reader for as long as I can remember, and a writer for many many years by now. The act of writing gives meaning to my life, creation as solace. I hope you enjoy my writings.

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The Boy's Broken Eyes. Content Warning.
This... Seeping exhaustion, weighing down, nay, crushing down on his mind and body His soul alike, numb, indifferent to the platitudes of everyday life
By YonathanJ5 months ago in Poets
The Thrill Of Publication
I have been busy with this project of mine, my book Clouds, and also with this bigger project called life, so I couldn't share stories as much as I wanted unfortunately. But my book is published at last, and I shall write and share my writings on here once again
By YonathanJ10 months ago in Writers
A Writer's Confession
Four years ago I realized I was living my life in bad faith. Shackles to my wrists. Chain and ball to my foot, a rusty sword above my head, the nagging voices of the many, held so close for no reason, rendering me voiceless for too long. One morning, an epiphany. Freed at last of them all I embraced my decision, hardened my resolve, for better or worse.
By YonathanJ11 months ago in Confessions
What, Then, Of The Fall From Great Heights?. Top Story - December 2024.
I've been questionning myself, on the reason why I am so adament on being a writer, about why I want to write stories, why I want to be an author, why I want to be one of the greats, one day.
By YonathanJabout a year ago in Writers
Arrows Of Gold. Content Warning.
Standing here, at the shooting range, my bow at the ready, I focus on the target in the distance. Today is my sixteenth birthday, yet no one cares. I've been preparing for this day for six years now, practicing my archery and biding my time, bitterly and exquisitely. I breathe in and out, barely holding my excitement, smirking to myself.
By YonathanJabout a year ago in Fiction
Catching Myself Thinking. Content Warning.
At night, I catch myself thinking, about the long shadows of regrets, stretching from a decision of the heart, cast by the shining light of my silly idealism, rejecting this shit-stained life I was bound to live, by their side, safe and obedient, the chains of familial love not comforting no but BURDENSOME-
By YonathanJabout a year ago in Confessions
The Abyss Of Everyday Life. Content Warning.
A bunch of animals, pretending to be a family. That's what it all was! And everything is smeared in some sort of animal's shit, everywhere, not even an attempt at hiding it no; the vile, ignoble past nagging wholeheartedly from the back of your mind, and that damn sword, dangling above your head, black on one side and white on the other, rusty all over, written in red on its blade ''this too shall pass''...
By YonathanJabout a year ago in Poets
Barren Forefathers
How empty, the restplace of our forefathers; How barren the very concepts that define them, these ancestors from times long past, yet here they were, living lives as complete as yours, with worries and silly dreams, loves tearing them apart and goals far out of reach; yet here they are, remains of remains, not scattered in the wind nay but stuck in place, as they lived their frantic little lives, of perils and passing bliss, rotting idly beneath the monolith of death, immortalizing the birth and demise of some whatever? Some frantic monkey, running in circle, mediocre, forgettable, nothingness, Goodbye!
By YonathanJabout a year ago in Poets
Clouds; The Boy That Flew
In a tiny village lodged in the mountains sprouted a boy named Clouds. Even as a baby he would gaze upward to the passing clouds, his eyes filled with wonder. Extending his hands and naively trying to grab the clouds, he would giggle, in his father's arms.
By YonathanJabout a year ago in Fiction
Call Me Super Self
I am in love with the idea of the ''super'' self; the self that surpasses all expectations, the self that crushes the mundane,
By YonathanJabout a year ago in Poets
Living By The Sword. Content Warning.
Remember, son. There is no worse feeling than dying from the sword you carry- I was following this man, that was walking in silence in front of me, acting as if I wasn't even there. I felt like an uneasy shadow, following someone I'll never see the face of. I held on to my sword, hanging there on the left of my hips, ready to be pulled in an instant, this sword I've had for as long as I can remember.
By YonathanJabout a year ago in Fiction
Confession Of A Bitter Boy
What a sad state of affair... Pretty much all I remember of my mother, are these unending moments before bed, as I laid quietly, expectedly, tucked in. She would sing softly her songs, each word imprinting on me in the complete darkness, her voice, the only thing existing, magic yes.
By YonathanJabout a year ago in Confessions

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The Boy's Broken Eyes. Content Warning.

The Thrill Of Publication

A Writer's Confession

What, Then, Of The Fall From Great Heights?. Top Story - December 2024.

Arrows Of Gold. Content Warning.

Catching Myself Thinking. Content Warning.

The Abyss Of Everyday Life. Content Warning.

Barren Forefathers

Clouds; The Boy That Flew

Call Me Super Self

Living By The Sword. Content Warning.

Confession Of A Bitter Boy

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