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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Tuesday

Destiny Pullen

1 min read

“What do you want to do?” The voice travels through silence. Every inch of empty space has been filled up with its weight. My body sinks into his as he sits next to me in the bed, gripping my hand.

“I don’t know.” My shoulders rolled forward while my eye are locked on the view outside the window.

“Hey, we’ll get through this, okay?” I break my gaze, meeting his. He has such a precious smile....

Drama

Romance

Ash and Blood

Destiny Pullen

2 min read

Ash fall from the sky like snow during a winter storm. I hold Mason’s body in my arms. My eyes search for someone to help. But there is no one. I watch as our numbers are cut down by the thousands. Our people, slaughtered by the hands of the defiant. Relatives leave behind their families as they race to their impending death. This was not how it was suppose to happen. Something is wrong. I scream ...

Adventure

Fantasy

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

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...