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For The Girl Who Tried To Steal My Man
For whom it may concern, Did you truly think that my man would stoop so low? Did you truly believe that although I was unwell, I'd be so gullible to believe your lies?
By Carol Ann Townend8 months ago in Journal
Summer reading or AI fiction?
“The future has never been more uncertain.” -Susan Fourtané, Lux Ad Futurum ~~~ Written by Susan Fourtané, Science and Technology Journalist
By Susan Fourtané 8 months ago in Futurism
How Poetry Became My Portal to Abundance
For years, I turned to writing as a quiet place—pages filled with thoughts, heartaches, and hope. But something changed when I stopped writing just for release and started writing to create. That change gave birth to my new book, Manifesting Through Verse – The Manifesting Poet.
By Denise Larkin8 months ago in BookClub
Carriers. Content Warning.
Carriers are flying in today, and I hate their blue-grey bodies coming in low to land. I hate the apparent slowness of their descent
By Natalie Wilkinson8 months ago in Poets
Of Water
I began this life in water. In the safe, quiet oblivion of a womb...swimming peacefully, unaware of what awaited me on the outside.
By Antoni De'Leon8 months ago in Poets
I will use my voice
To My Fear of Speaking Up, I’m done. There’s no official notice, no warning, and definitely no two-week grace period. You don’t deserve one. You’ve been running my life for too long, and I’m finally ready to walk away.
By Diani Alvarenga8 months ago in Journal
The Locksmith Rises from the Dead
The Locksmith Rises from the Dead No stone to mark, no bell to chime, he woke beneath the weight of grime, keys still hooked across his chest,
By Marie381Uk 2 days ago in Poets
The Importance of Community
What kind of writer starts a series, writes 2 volumes and then abandons it for 2 years? A writer with no good excuses – me.
By Dana Crandell8 months ago in Humans
Survivor's Goodbye. Content Warning.
Dear You, For a long time, I hated you. I hated what you did to me. I hated how you made me feel. For a long time, you made me hate me.
By Emmie Falbo8 months ago in Poets
In Hues of Blue & Yellow
We vibed in the grocery store. By the stove in the sticky kitchen. In the closet to make up for "outfit performative" anxiety.
By Oneg In The Arctic8 months ago in Pride
Wave to Orion
I count 4am stars over the dashboard glow of our metal box and sounds of incomprehensible heartbreak bleeding through the stereo...
By sleepy drafts8 months ago in Poets
The Junko Furuta Case: Japan’s Most Disturbing Tragedy of Torture and Injustice. Content Warning.
On 25th November 1988 in Japan, 17-year-old Junko Furuta was kidnapped. She was brutally gang-raped and tortured for 40 days and then murdered on 4th January 1989. The monsters who did this were Hiroshi Miyano, Shinji Minato, Jo Ogura, and Yasushi Watanabe, who were all aged between 16 and 18 years old. Hiroshi and Shinji, despite being teenagers, were already serial rapists. On 25th November 1988, they were out looking for a victim and spotted Junko who was returning home from her part-time job. All of them went to the same high school. Previously, Hiroshi had confessed his feelings to Junko and she had rejected him politely. That night, he decided that their victim would be Junko as a way to take revenge for rejecting him. Hiroshi told Shinji to run away after kicking her off her bicycle and then he would swoop in to help her. Shinji did as he was told. As planned, Hiroshi then went up to her and helped her to her feet. He offered to walk her home and she accepted, not knowing what she was getting herself into. She got off her bicycle, and they started walking and talking. After some time, Hiroshi stopped following her directions and tried to take her into an abandoned warehouse that allegedly had ties with the Yakuza.
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarran8 months ago in Criminal
Yuge
My former Americans, Over the last two years, I have tried to make this country…well, you already know that, don’t you. All those hats and flags and t-shirts and the other things you do to show that you really believe in what that great nation can be… Could be… Would be…
By Kendall Defoe 8 months ago in Journal
Beats
The bass note thrums low in the bellies of the dancers and they move with its hypnotic call. Arms raised, they hail the DJ,
By Deborah Robinson8 months ago in Poets
Proof Of Life.
Some days, life feels like a dream. So I try to write everything down, and I literally pinch myself to be sure that I'm awake, to remind myself that I'm alive.
By Test8 months ago in Writers
David the Cat
The next installment in the ShambElla Saga! Table of Contents: Previous Chapter: David the Cat (An Interlude) NARRATOR: You’re not really going to make me do this, are you?
By C. Rommial Butler8 months ago in Fiction
The Mind Unleashed
My mind wears a collar, but the leash drags behind. They tried to train my spine— teach it obedience like a second language.
By Lolly Vieira8 months ago in Poets
A Letter of Resignation from Living Someone Else’s Dream.
Dear Mom, I hope this doesn’t sound like I hate you. I don’t. But I need to say this like I mean it, and I’ve spent far too long softening my truths to protect yours.
By Cindy🎀8 months ago in Journal
Goodbye P.P.A
24th May, 2025 P.P.A Melbourne, Australia
By Jess Boyes8 months ago in Journal
Formation
Phanes pressed his thumb to my brow Bringing to life my universe This self-concept, roughly shaped through compression and expansion
By Aspen Marie 8 months ago in Poets