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Misery Chick

Wasted Weather

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The weekend drags its feet As I spend my day indoors Note-taking, Sunbathing When

Taylor Amerson

The Gods

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‘This isn’t possible,’ Tensha thought in his own language. He turned over the leaves

Alex

Truth or Death

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He pushes me up against the wall, his arm across my throat, making it hard to breathe

Tenshi

Umbrella

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When the storm comes, my compass always points to— You. You’re always there when I’

Niall O'Donnell

One Hell of a Job

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I thought I'd already had a rough day. Mark, my overseer, had given me an earful abou

Celeste Linman

Faults

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i need you

Mae Bowling

1 min read

say it softly,

like I’m your favorite

thing to ruin gently.

tell me I’ve done well

with your mouth

against my neck

hands heavy with pride

call me a good girl

watch me bloom,

wild and wet

just for you

baby,

i’ve waited my whole life

to be told

i’m enough

like this....

Poetry

Romance

Black

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1 min read

“Darcella!” I hear my name being yelled from across the field. The long wheat and grass strands tickling my bare legs, my not-so-white gown sticking to my skin.

I stare down at my body, my trembling hands in front of me. I think he did this to me. The man running up to me.

“Stay back! I mean it, you lunatic!” I exclaim as I try to retreat back into the forest. The strong, heady metallic scent of...

YA fiction

Thriller

Not his fault

Invisible poetry 💙

1 min read

It’s not his fault that he can’t love

an empty shell, a dull portrait

of our borderline connection.

For me, he’ll always be the boy

that held me tight against the wind,

in front of a big ocean, swore his heart

to open, to protect, to fight. For us.

Not anymore, I cried my bloody tears,

I paid the price, I did my part!

Not anymore! I scream to waves

that carry my nostalgia away. I can’t.

Love ...

Poetry

Drama

Perspective

samatna

1 min read

All this time I thought he was the villain, but as I watched the blood drip from my fingertips, I realised it was all a matter of perspective and that great word IF.

So if the Mixie the cat hadn’t killed a mouse and left it in my shoe I wouldn’t have screamed when getting dressed.

If I hadn’t screamed then I guess my darling husband Malcolm wouldn’t have started shouting at me all angry like.

I...

God Has Risen, The House Has Fallen

Elizabeth Irie

1 min read

Hannah runs up the stairs, laughter floating of her and her siblings lips. Today is a good day, it is Easter, her family has just gotten back from church, and the girls all wear white sundresses, while the boys wear khaki cargo shorts paired with formal, fitted short sleeve shirts, that vary in pastel colors. Hannah tries her best to pass her siblings, eager to get to the door first, with speed an...

YA fiction

Down In The Quartz Quarry

1 min read

Down in the quartz quarry,

There’s a torquoise lake.

The stones are glimmering white,

And the sky is blue.

Lounging down in the quartz quarry,

Some more pot, I’ll take,

I’m high as a kite,

And the water is cold, refreshingly blue.

Down in the quartz quarry,

Shivering gently after floating in the lake,

The sun is setting, nearly night,

And I’m in love with you.

Relaxing down in the quartz quarry...

Poetry

Roll Of The Dice

rojin

1 min read

It’s a roll of the dice,

Be it twice or thrice,

It’s a game of give and take,

It’s no matter what is at stake.

To rouse a Joker from its slumber,

To disguise a King to outnumber,

It’s a game of give and take,

It’s no matter what is at stake.

From atop a lonesome castle,

Is confined a lonesome damsel,

A sword rooted within a stone,

Yet, burnt at the stake, Joan.

It’s a roll of the dice ...

Poetry

Lady Isabel

rojin

2 min read

It dawned on me as I lifted the axe higher under the light to watch droplets of blood trickle on down my wrist and arm, that beacon of injustice that burned so brightly within me had only been a red-hot stake for a madwoman. “N-No…” I started to sway my head from left to right, and my many words of denial started to obstruct my thirsty throat. “N-No!” I hollered out in fury, my bloodshot eyes alon...

Horror

Empty Apology

A.F. Cabiac

2 min read

This is a Sestina, a specific type of poem reusing the last words of every line in a specific order, 6 lines and 6 stanzas ending with a 3 line envoi, I also tried to do this one in iambic pentameter.

Abcdefg

Faebdc

Cfdabe

Ecbfad

Deacfb

Bdfeca

Eca ace

Crime

Gamble

Hate

Escape

Guilt

Face

I did not mean to commit any crime

But I knew it would be a fast gamble

I could not think of anyone I hate

M...

Poetry

Pride Collection 14.5: Goldilocks

MusefulHeart🫀

1 min read

Goldilocks

Ate all the porridge

And broke all chairs but one

She got the beds a mess

But set just one

Neat and tidy

She drew hearts on pictures

And gazed out windows

Longing for her return

When the bears arrived

They were met with a fright

Goldilocks sitting there with delight

Daddy Bob bear looked to Mama Lilly bear

Scowling in rage

How could you do this to Baby Timmy bear

Bob stomped his...

Poetry

Humour