Destiny Pullen

Hi, I’m a writer from Florida drawn to stories about memory, grief, and quiet moments. I write to explore what lingers beneath the surface and hope my words make readers feel something real.

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Destiny Pullen

Hi, I’m a writer from Florida drawn to stories about memory, grief, and quiet moments. I write to explore what lingers beneath the surface and hope my words make readers feel something real.

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Judgement day

Destiny Pullen

1 min read

I was on a hunt when she called. Her pain filled the line before any words could, when she spoke, my chest started to ache.

“They’re just so mad at me.” Her voice lingered in the silence. I never thought you could want to touch someone as much as I yearned to just hold you in that moment.

Aria continued for the rest of the phone call, explaining everything that had happened. She told me that s...

Fantasy

Romance

The Pot

Destiny Pullen

1 min read

It sits there on the stovetop like a centerpiece to the kitchen. The worn handles are a testament to its service, its memory etched into iron. Darker than coal, it carries more than just meals to fill our stomach—it carries magic, memory, and something deeper. It was passed down to my mother from hers, and so on for generations. The women before me have held onto its handles, they have filled its ...

Fantasy

Bloody Marys

Destiny Pullen

2 min read

“I’ll have a double of— you got Jack honey?” With so much charisma, a smirk is painted on your face. It’s something you do when you want to distract someone from your problems: a charismatic smile, a crude joke, and an infectious laugh. My body tenses; I know what happens next, like a movie I’ve seen before. I take a sip of my Bloody Mary.

“Uh, yeah, I’m sure we do.” The waitress hesitates, cau...

Drama

Romance

The Goodbye

Destiny Pullen

3 min read

Driving on the winding road, I watch as the rain droplets roll down the glass from the passenger seat. It turns into a game— which one will make it to the bottom first. I secretly cheer on my favorite bead, forgetting about today, just for a moment.

It’s as if the sky knew what happened. It mimicked the pressure in our chest and let out its own tears. The trees bent to its wails; you could h...