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Madame George
When I first moved away from my hometown to the big city (many years ago) I was kind of lonely, but I had good company in a record album I took with me: Van Morrison's Astral Weeks. No one does melancholy and commiseration quite like Morrison, and so his first solo album was getting plenty of air time at my new digs.
By Marie Wilson7 months ago in Writers
You Were Warned. You Just Didn’t Care.
Since at least 2015, some of us have been warning you. We told you this wasn’t just political noise. We told you this wasn’t about “both sides.” We told you this wasn’t about economic anxiety or free speech or edgy jokes on the internet. We told you it was about supremacy—white supremacy, Christian nationalism, the revival of fascist ideologies dressed up in American flags and social media memes.
By Sai Marie Johnson7 months ago in Humans
The Cave in Younger's Holler
I told them we shouldn’t have come, that it’d be a mistake, but they never listen to me. I’m the friend in the group often overlooked, always interrupted as if I weren’t there. Normally, I wouldn’t mind sitting quietly, soaking in the camaraderie of my group. Tonight, it was different. I wish they had listened to me.
By Mother Combs7 months ago in Horror
Who Do You Say
“When Jesus came into the region of Caesarea Philippi, He asked His disciples, saying, “Who do men say that I, the Son of Man, am?” So they said, “Some say John the Baptist, some Elijah, and others Jeremiah or one of the prophets.” He said to them, “But who do you say that I am?” Simon Peter answered and said, “You are the Christ, the Son of the living God." Matthew 16:13-16 NKJV
By Colleen Walters7 months ago in Poets
The Telepath
Imagine a world of infinite possibilities. To finally grasp the things we cannot see. What was beyond this world? The understanding and knowledge that existed only scratched the surface. Imagine accessing knowledge one couldn’t even fathom accessing? Secrets. Dreams. The unreachable depths of the mind.
By Jasmine Aguilar7 months ago in Chapters
Dancing Queen. Content Warning.
Your sister died the day before you were born. It wasn't a tragic accident, or an unexpected event. The cancer had been eating away at her for months, transforming her from a lively and excitable girl to a shell, a mere shadow of who she once was. 'Dancing Queen' had been her nickname, earned from years of pantomines and performances showing off her skills on stage. She always told your parents her dream job was to be a ballerina, and so they encouraged it vigourously. Thousands were spent every year on dance lessons, costumes, ballet shoes - everything a girl needs to fulfill her dreams.
By Maddy Haywood7 months ago in Fiction
