The sun grew weary of seeing men squander its light.

It had watched for millennia—rising dutifully each morning, spilling warmth onto battlefields, into boardrooms, across broken streets. It had painted gold across lovers’ backs, warmed infants’ cheeks, fed the soil, and kissed the sea. But always, always, man found a way to misuse the gift.

So one day, the sun simply stopped rising.

At first, ...

They told me dreams wore satin shoes,

and came with open doors.

They didn’t say the knobs were rusted,

or dreams slept on cold floors.

They painted paths in golden hues,

with signs that said “success.”

But never mentioned tolls and turns,

or days I’d feel like less.

They promised love was soft and sweet,

a ribbon tied in grace.

They didn’t warn of silence thick,

or tears on someone’s face.

They...

My mind is a sky that forgets the sun,

gray-washed and heavy, nowhere to run.

Thoughts drift like storms I cannot tame,

each one whispering doubt, each one a name.

The air feels thick, too tight to breathe,

like something unseen coils underneath.

No lightning strikes, no thunder cries—

just silence wrapped in unsettled skies.

I try to smile, pretend I’m clear,

but the forecast lingers, always ne...

The cemetery wasn’t on any map.

It sat on the outskirts of Las Viñas, a forgotten village tucked between blood-red hills and whispering woods. On Día de los Muertos, the veil between the living and the dead was thinnest, and the locals never dared wander near after dusk. But Solene De la Cruz had never listened to warnings—especially not tonight.

Her abuela’s voice echoed in her mind.

“Some soul...

My friend Lena has this odd little habit—she keeps a souvenir from every date she goes on. I’m not talking about movie stubs or pressed flowers (although she’s got plenty of those, too). I mean everything. A half-melted birthday candle from a guy who took her to a bakery. A torn piece of a cocktail napkin with a doodle on it. Once, she even kept a toothpick from a sushi place because the guy used ...

The car sputtered twice before giving up completely. Cassie tightened her grip on the steering wheel, heart pounding. “No, no, no—come on,” she muttered, twisting the key again. Nothing. Beside her, Riley groaned, pulling her hoodie tighter around herself. “Great. Just great. This is exactly why I said we shouldn’t take this shortcut.” Cassie shot her younger sister a glare. “Oh, so this is my fau...

Lena Monroe’s alarm clock buzzed loudly at 7:30 AM, dragging her out of a dream where she was flying across the skyline of New York City. She groggily reached for it and silenced the noise, rolling out of bed with a stretch. Her dark hair fell over her face, tousled from the night’s sleep, but her green eyes were sharp and awake. She had always loved the morning light, the way it reflected off the...

Trust, a fragile bloom,

Beauty born of open hearts,

Yet it cuts so deep....

I don’t want to stick out like a weed in a field of wildflowers,

With my roots tangled in doubt, reaching for the sun’s hours.

While the petals around me dance with ease in the breeze,

I wonder if I’ll ever bloom, or if I’ll just fall to my knees....

In a world where reality is not as stable as it seems, there exist four beings known as the Original Anomalies—entities that defy the natural laws of time, space, and existence itself. Each one has carved out a hidden sanctuary, an off-grid community where those who don’t belong in the structured world of humanity can find refuge. These places exist on the fringes of perception, accessible only to...