An empty chair at the family table serves as a poignant reminder of the laughter that once filled the room. Its absence leaves a void, a space once occupied by joyful conversations and shared jokes. The air is heavy with the echoes of unheard laughter, a symphony of mirth that still reverberates within the hearts of those gathered. Memories of vibrant personalities and unforgettable moments reside within the vacant chair, waiting to be reignited by the warmth of companionship and the unspoken promise of togetherness.
About the Creator
Mark
Just got back to writing, and we got another paper load of poems inspired by Japanese art. Hi, I am Mark and you can read all you want. FOR FREE! (Stripe isn't available on Philippines T^T, but you can still provide your support by Paypal!)
How to Not Become the Woman Everyone Warns the New Hires About
I wrote this manual because I have seen this behavior too many times to pretend it is rare. In many production jobs, toxic behavior is treated as normal, especially when it comes from older Hispanic women who have been there longer. They think they run the place. They mock new hires when they mess up. They give dirty looks instead of help. They laugh, whisper, and call it experience.
By Diani Alvarengaabout 14 hours ago in Fiction
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts7 days ago in Longevity
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