Aylin Beckett

I’m new to writing. I’m excited to learn, grow, and create. I would love all the feedback you can give. 💛💛

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Aylin Beckett

I’m new to writing. I’m excited to learn, grow, and create. I would love all the feedback you can give. 💛💛

Writings

Followers

Following

Tethered By Thread

Aylin Beckett

10 min read

(This is a long one)

*****Vaelric*****

Silver threads pulse beneath the ground, guiding me toward the Thalrix, a gnarl of teeth and claws that slips between realms like a whisper.

Wind whips my hair free from its tie.

I am a breath of air, racing through the forest after the creature who stole from me. The leaves pulse with green thread energy, lighting my path. It smells cold, alive, and elect...

Fantasy

Romance

The Gravity Of Us

Aylin Beckett

1 min read

And I once heard someone say that people fall in love with people whose darkness they recognize.

But he was illuminated.

Clumsy and awkward, I was the opposite to him in more ways than darkness.

Dancing with me was how we met — at an outdoor party where I stepped on his feet.

Everyone was watching and judging, but he held me close and laughed as if I weren’t causing him pain.

Forbidden, ...

Romance

Love In The Margins

Aylin Beckett

1 min read

Most people see Theo Blake as the grumpy bookstore owner downtown — but they’re addicted to his shop. The atmosphere is cozy and warm, the coffee tastes like the perfect morning cup, and the books are everything you could hope for.

Maggie Bloom is the divorced new hire navigating a mid life crisis in her late twenties. She names her plants after authors and dog-ears her paperbacks. Maggie is the...

Romance

Where The Storm Broke Me Open

Aylin Beckett

1 min read

The last straw was the rain.

That morning, coffee spilled

Down my favorite sweater -

Which I shrunk to squirrel-size

In the dryer.

Three rejection emails.

My hair demanded chaos.

Sadie, my dog, gave me

The side eye, like she knew.

So I went for a walk.

Because why not?

The universe already hated me.

What could it do next?

My umbrella snapped.

I left it on a bench.

I’d barely made it...

Poetry

Drama

Measured In Warmth

Aylin Beckett

1 min read

Her house was always cold

She would shiver as she tiptoed

Across the floor at night,

Fearing the sound of footsteps.

His house was always warm

He would laugh as his brother

Made a joke and danced like a fool;

Their joy often woke their parents.

She spent her evenings hiding, alone,

In her room doing homework,

Purposefully marking a few wrong.

Too many A’s equals too much attention.

He spent h...

Poetry

Drama

Parked

Aylin Beckett

3 min read

Adventure was always on my mind growing up. My parents had to hide their laughs as I hung up motivational mountain posters in my bedroom. They took me everywhere they could, but I never went alone. That changed on my twenty-sixth birthday.

They gave me a fixer-upper blue van that took six months to repair and two more months to make it clean and cozy. And then I said my goodbyes and started my fi...

Adventure

Apathy Dressed In Gray

Aylin Beckett

1 min read

Some say the darkest sin is loud — harmful, uncontrollable.

But apathy is quiet. It has clean hands.

It doesn’t scream; it sighs and turns away.

It doesn’t lash out like wrath or consume like greed — it watches, still and silent, as others suffer. It’s hearing a cruel joke in a meeting and laughing because silence is easier.

Apathy starts as protection — a breath, a boundary — but left unc...

Drama

Anatomy Of A Snack Attack

Aylin Beckett

1 min read

“This is an emergency, everyone! This is not a drill. I repeat: this is not a drill. We are starving!” Stomach yelled, voice echoing like a foghorn across the body.

“What did you think was going to happen? She opened the fridge and didn’t touch anything,” Eyes snapped, unimpressed.

“There were leftovers! She opened the drawer full of cheese!” Stomach whined. “I think she’s punishing us. Maybe sh...

Humour

Halo And Hollow

Aylin Beckett

1 min read

Be quick. Be careful.

Follow the lit path.

It promises safety

but it’s too quiet, too bright.

There’s comfort in the glow,

a warmth that hums like a lullaby,

but only stretches so far.

At the edges, the dark waits

Patient, watching.

Because night is dangerous.

And now, you're safe.

But even comfort

can make you careless.

Something creeps

just beyond the reach of light

waiting

for you to step...

Poetry

Drama

The Finch And The Fox

Aylin Beckett

5 min read

The private art gallery is cold, dark, and waiting. I’ve always felt that my marks call to me—like I’m rescuing them. In a way, I am.

Some pieces were stolen long before I ever touched them, passed through greedy hands like dirty money. I simply... correct the mistake. Put them where they belong. Other times, certain people own the art but don’t deserve it. I sell it through a middleman. They mak...

Crime

Romance