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Solitude: A Choice or Burden?
I simply want to live alone, no matter who it is. I desire the freedom to come and go as I please, to leave the door open when I shower or use the restroom, unconcerned by the presence of others. The thought of returning home to find someone lounging on my sofa, demanding, "What's for dinner?" fills me with dread. I refuse to live like a domesticated animal.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing6 months ago in Poets
Light from the Shadows
Light from the Shadows A Journey from Despair to Destiny In a forgotten corner of a coastal town, where the sea whispered promises it never kept, lived a boy named Kiran. At ten, he wandered the fish markets, sorting rotten catch for pennies to feed his widowed mother and younger sister. Their home was a shack of driftwood and tarp, trembling against monsoon winds. Hunger was a constant companion, but Kiran’s mind flickered with a restless curiosity, sparked by the broken radios and wires he salvaged from the shore.
By Shohel Rana6 months ago in Poets
Starve Trouble, Find Inner Peace
A long time ago, I was a very argumentative person. Whether online or in real life, if I thought something was wrong or someone said something incorrect, I’d jump in to argue with them. I genuinely believed I was "defending justice," "not being bullied," and "making my position clear."
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing7 months ago in Poets
The Last Arcadian
The summer of 2025 was when I found Arcadian’s Last Stand. It was tucked in the back corner of a crumbling arcade at the edge of town, a relic from the ‘80s that somehow survived the rise of VR and mobile gaming. The cabinet was scuffed, its paint chipped, but the screen glowed with a pixelated spaceship dodging waves of alien attackers. I was 29, burned out from a soul-crushing desk job, and hadn’t touched a joystick since I was a kid. But something about that game called to me, like a signal from a forgotten part of myself.
By Shohel Rana7 months ago in Poets





