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The Last Vote
Ethan Clarke’s hands trembled as he gripped the cold metal railing of his balcony. Below, the streets buzzed with the fading cheers from his election rally. At twenty-eight, he was the youngest provincial assembly member ever elected from his district — a victory that surprised even his closest supporters.
By Arshad khan7 months ago in Poets
Actions Speak Louder Than Words
Actions Speak Louder Than Words --- Lena always believed in one simple truth: actions speak louder than words. Growing up, she’d heard empty promises and sweet talk that evaporated as quickly as they came. Her grandfather’s words echoed in her mind like a compass—“Words are wind, Lena. Only actions carry weight.”
By Muhammad Maaz7 months ago in Poets
When Life Blocks Your Words, Punch Back with Poetry
Have you ever felt like life just steals your creativity? That’s been me lately. Bills stacking up, endless work calls, family stuff, and somehow, my brain just… shuts down. The words I used to love pouring out now feel stuck, like they’re trapped behind an invisible wall.
By Shafi Ullah Darwesh7 months ago in Poets
Breaking the Strawberry Lens
Have you ever realized that you’ve been taught how to see the world—even before you knew what you were looking at? Most of us don’t notice it until much later. We're born into a world with invisible rules and beliefs, handed to us without our permission. It’s like someone put a pair of colored glasses over our eyes the moment we were born—strawberry-colored ones.
By ibrahim khan7 months ago in Poets
No Face
I’m a man with no name No face My mind disconnected My heart lost in space A fantastic phantom animating atoms Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
When Horror Came to Speak
He came with tales like coiling smoke, With fingers long as funeral notes. His eyes, two bottomless pits of dread, Where lost men fall and never tread. He sat by me — not near, but in, The horror of him not on his skin — But in his breath, in every sound, That reached my soul and spun it 'round.
By Muhammad Abdullah7 months ago in Poets
