Relationships
Deliver Me From Them: Jesus, I Need Help!. Top Story - June 2025.
"Well of course, Daddy, I’m all settled in just fine," I say into the Trimline telephone, counting the eon-long seconds like I’m sitting through one of his drawn-out July sermons, bless him. "No, everything’s been alright, thank the Lord. The staff are... helpful. Nothin’ over the top, just a sweet spirit all around. No need to worry."
By Dalma Ubitz7 months ago in Pride
The Capacity of Our Hearts. Honorable Mention in Pride Under Pressure Challenge.
Now Leah stood in front of the mirror, pressing her lips together. The artificial strawberry of her lip gloss too sweet on her tongue. She tucked the flyaways of her caramel hair behind her ear and smoothed her sundress. Leah couldn't remember the last time she had dressed up like this.
By Alyssa Musso7 months ago in Pride
Reigning in the Rain
Their love surged both on and off the battlefield, where hundreds of villagers raised their weapons against the soldiers of King Einar of KhaRel. They were merely a distraction, and while they valiantly fought on, one Leopold Dulon snuck through the back alleys of the village bearing a string-and-button fastened cloak in an unassuming gray color. Mercenaries hired by Einer to find him were posted throughout the street corners with orders to haul him back kicking and screaming if they must.
By Lizzy Rose7 months ago in Pride
The Room at the End of the Hall
The house had too many windows. Ezra had counted them once, forty-two, not including the small one in the attic. Light poured in from every side, but somehow, the place still felt shadowed. Maybe it wasn't the house that was dark. Perhaps it was the weight he brought in with him.
By Robert Lacy8 months ago in Pride
My Name Is Still Elias: A Story of Identity, Belonging, and the Courage to Remember. AI-Generated.
I was seventeen when I moved to America. A suitcase full of prayers from my mother, a blue komboloi from my grandfather, and my name — Ηλίας — which no one could pronounce.
By Constandinos Olymbios8 months ago in Pride
"Frotophobia" and (Internalized) Homophobia
The Jewish-American Bill Weintraub began the "Frot Movement" as an attempt to popularize frottage (genital-genital sex or genital rubbing between men) and help frottage compete (in the "free market" of sexualities) against the much more dangerous and injurious act of anal.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR8 months ago in Pride
Miles in Between
Theo used to think that love would find him by now. In his twenties, he’d watched his friends meet, date, and marry like clockwork. It was as if everyone else was given a map, and he was handed a compass with no North. Now in his mid-thirties, he was tired of pretending that dating apps were exciting. The endless bios, the swipe culture, the way it all made intimacy feel like a transaction — it exhausted him.
By The Kind Quill8 months ago in Pride
The Quiet in Room 17
I always knew something was different about me. Not the “gifted child” kind of different, or even the “she’s so quirky” type. This difference didn’t come with praise or pats on the back. It came with whispers, narrowed eyes, and the lingering silence after I entered a room.
By Zakir Ullah8 months ago in Pride
No Matter the Result: Pinky Promise
⋆｡ﾟ☁︎ ✧ ⚢ ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ "Ouch!" Mara hissed, louder than she meant. People in the waiting room stared, mildly annoyed. But Mara was more bothered. Her thumb throbbed. She’d bitten through another nail. A fresh crescent of red peeked out from under the polish Doreen had painted just an hour ago.
By Dalma Ubitz8 months ago in Pride
