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Why press it? Why have it; if not counted? The like button More like the lie button A way to see who passed by Not the one who stayed
By L.I.E6 months ago in Poets
"Lightweight"
The day had been a long one, Moving into a new place involved so much work and she was exhausted. They had the last load in the truck, and just the thought of having to unload and set up her bed when they got to the new place made her want to cry!
By Pamela Walsh-Holte6 months ago in Humor
Why Do I Feel We’ll Cross Paths Again Someday?
It’s odd, these feelings I’ve been having more and more these days regarding you and me. By all logic, I shouldn’t really be having them. Like so many things, the last time we met was well over a year ago. Not only that, but we ended on bad terms. And by “bad terms,” I mean that neither of us have wanted anything to do with each other for a good, long period of time — if ever.
By Snarky Lisa6 months ago in Humans
Telepathy
Curve of your shoulder The microstructure of attraction My conscience swirls like a satellite I swallowed your orbit whole
By Lola Sense6 months ago in Poets
Surface Tension
“What do you see?” An endless, white sandy beach. The crystalline waters of the ocean are turquoise and emerald. The waves lap against the sand. The sky is dotted with peach and lavender clouds. It’s almost sunset.
By Elizabeth Kaye Daugherty6 months ago in Fiction
Queen Bees (2021): A Heartwarming Letter to the Elderly
I’ll show everyone who’s the queen bee of this nursing home. Queen Bees entered theaters in 2021. Helen Wilston reluctantly agrees to temporarily move into Pine Grove Senior Community while her house is fixed. When she arrives, Helen discovers that cliques are not just in high school. She competes in an elderly popularity contest with mean-spirited women.
By Marielle Sabbag6 months ago in Geeks
Hungry River
My name is Zayden. I am three years old, and I enjoy climbing on things. My mom and dad got separated when I was two. My parents are trying to get back together again, and now I have a baby brother named Zion. My mom was young; she had me when she was just 18, a high school graduate.
By Mariann Carroll6 months ago in Fiction
Joy.
Joy is the hush before the birds begin, the breath before my thoughts arrive, a quiet that sits with me, like warm cotton and early light.
By Test6 months ago in Poets
A Summer Breeze in Hong Kong
Emily stared at Peter’s handsome face in the dim glow of their favorite Sheung Wan seafood restaurant, his expression caught between apology and resolve. “I can’t make it to Dave’s farewell party tonight,” he said, pushing his chopsticks around a barely plate of steamed garoupa. “There’s a meeting in Central, and Doug thinks it’s important I go.” His eyes—once bright with mischief—looked distant, like his heart was already halfway out the door.
By Scott Christenson🌴6 months ago in Fiction
Malcolm Jamal Warner’s Legacy
On July 20, 2025, a week ago, I was on social media until I saw a news post saying: “Malcolm Jamal Warner dies at 54” I was stunned to hear the unexpected news that the man who was a part of my childhood. In this article story, I want to memorialize the life of actor, poet, musician, and director Malcolm-Jamal Warner and how his legacy will be remembered.
By Gladys W. Muturi6 months ago in Geeks
The Comfort zone
Challenge accepted. The acceptance of misguidance pulls us to each end of the earth— places never traveled. Did you hear
By Marcus Hill6 months ago in Poets
Beating the booze
'Beating the booze' may be an exaggeration. All I have done is to come up with a new approach to cutting down my alcohol intake. Why? Am I a drunk, an alcoholic, a problem drinker? No, to at least two of these questions and 'not really' to the other. I will admit that I drink more than is strictly healthy so that, from time to time, I make attempts at cutting down my alcohol intake. Some are quite successful... for a while at any rate.
By Raymond G. Taylor6 months ago in Motivation
The Swarm
I want to drown in neon lights and faux wood, Accents of silver and smooth black tiles. I want it to look like an android lives there,
By Silver Daux6 months ago in Poets
Milestone: Hunters Receives Full Audio Adaptation Treatment
It’s funny what heuristics you take as gospel end up revealing themselves as utterly rotted beams on which to build your worldview.
By Matthew J. Fromm6 months ago in Beat
King of the Hill
Whit was never one to have friends. If you were to ask how he became part of the gang he couldn't have answered that question. As far as he was concerned, like all things do, it just happened.
By JBaz6 months ago in Fiction
Terms & Conditions for Being Human
Article I — Acceptance of Existence By inhaling your first breath, you hereby agree to the Terms & Conditions of being human.
By Alain SUPPINI6 months ago in Fiction
Kindness is Work. Honorable Mention in The Summer That Wasn’t Challenge.
That summer, I burst out of the school doors, escaping the gravity of concrete and flickering fluorescent lights like a rocket. One more spark in an explosion of students off to claim the joys due them for being contained so long. Racing home, my head was filled with planned days of splashing in the creeks with my friends, lying out on the banks listening for the frogs we’d soon hunt for sport. I ran into my house so fast that I completely missed our station wagon in the driveway, packed to the windows. Inside, it felt like summer had already slipped away. A winter’s breeze made me shudder.
By Sean A.6 months ago in Fiction
The Summer of Salt. Runner-Up in The Summer That Wasn’t Challenge.
June 7th, 2025 Mima Tiziri’s Salt-Preserved Lemons Traditional Name: L’hamd-Mraqud(لحامض مقدر) Purpose: For wisdom that heals like renewal Recommendations: Prepare when the heart stirs too soon for the sea to desire its shoreline Eat when the first bloom of columbine beckons the spring
By Gina C.6 months ago in Fiction
Amnesiacs
I remember the serious eloquence of hanging up The receiver, attached by a curling umbilicus of plastic To a phone, with a rotary dial
By D. J. Reddall6 months ago in Poets
Full of feelings and questions
Who is my mother? And what has she become? Sometimes it feels like a completely different person stands before me—heartless, distant, cruel. What turned her into this? Money? Time? Boredom? Or something much deeper that I’ll never understand?
By Anna 6 months ago in Confessions