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I’ve borrowed some money from people with no intention of paying it back. Fuck ’em, the whole thing would resolve by itself eventually or at
Lean into something lighthearted with happy reads intended to boost your mood 🙂
I’ve borrowed some money from people with no intention of paying it back. Fuck ’em, the whole thing would resolve by itself eventually or at
I’m fucking tired of typing in a program. Sick of the fucking thing correcting me as I go along. Oh, really dear program, this sentence
He grew up thinking that it was all fun. Thought he’ll have everything that he’ll ever need and was so trustworthy that sometimes he thought
Once upon a time there was a little old lady who lived with her cat in a tiny house in a small community where she
Petie, the Cat Miss woke to a horrendous sound on her first morning on the Big Island. Her friend had some weird coughing through the
“Have you heard about the new “Only Yours” art cafe, Dana?”, Leyla asked. “Yes, but I have not visited it yet,” Dana replied. “Let’s visit
Listen to the echoes Of my heartbeat Flow-through the membranes Of your soul Hoping to penetrate In the highest levels Of the vibrations That we
In the depths of my heart, an ocean resides, A vast and eternal sea, where emotions abide, Tides of joy, waves of sorrow, and secrets
The notion of love and beauty is still there right? One might start to believe, especially with the last few years, that it’s an outmoded
Miss greeted her patient at her second job, as she came off the bus and into the door. “Can Abby come over?” the young girl
*** Nature is so inspirational. Often I find photos online from some very talented people whose eye allows them to capture something so touching with
I hope you enjoy this change from the darker poems. This is a short, humorous story; a little light relief to accompany you and your
They gather in the hall. A few adults carry travel mugs, sipping the coffee, some have their coffee from the national coffee shop. One sits
Strangely it’s at night in the darkness when the snow starts to melt. That stubborn pile of white ideas, unwritten words, yet to be explored
People, around the world, come from different environments. They have different cultures, languages, life experiences, education and thoughts about things in life. So, people will
It happens in a split second. When something clicks and reality shifts. And all those painful thoughts just mist away. Suddenly, the heart feels peace,
In twilight’s hush, where shadows dance and play, A fairy’s wish takes flight in wondrous ways. With delicate wings, she flutters by, Her whispered words,
Being on the third floor of a city apartment, his kitchen only caught short glimpses of natural light. The winter made that time even shorter,
Some frogs seem to be louder than others. This poem was inspired by some particularly deafening ones which dominate a memory decades later. *** In
If I run, then let me run into oblivion far beyond what is feasible There isn’t anywhere for me here That can keep me steady
You go out in nature to spend your day. You want the sun to shine your way. You look at the beautiful trees and birds
Little things can make you happy in life. A smile from someone you love can brighten up your day. Your dog, licking your hand, showing
I take full responsibility for what I did to my body that night. Photo by Kinga Cichewicz on Unsplash A few weeks ago, I let
“It just doesn’t make sense!” Dr. Emma Zee jammed her hands in the pockets of her white lab coat and glared out at the sea.
Ten reasons why you should be, too Before the virus hit, jackfruit was one of the new food crazes that any hipster worthy of even the
When I’m having a conversation with people and decide to share something playfully, but in an unrestrained manner, right after hearing me out, sometimes they
In the depths of my heart, a fire burns bright A flame that flickers with hope and light It guides me through the darkest of
Winters were always Niko’s favorite. He loved the snow, and the cold, and the dark, vast nights. He loved being able to wear nice sweaters
1. Ice skating – I have actually been to an ice rink but I can’t say that what I did there was “ice-skating”. From what
Now, I’m not Forrest Gump, but I have had a few minor brushes with history in my life and, oddly enough, one of them involves
A brief motivational poem, a reminder to myself and others for the difficult days which we all experience. When your silhouette falls like a shadow
When you go out and play, try a little kindness along the way. When you’re feeling blue, remember a little kindness will always pull you
Oh, hello there, blank page! It is being typed with Times New Roman font.Why not: Themes Old Catholic, Days Old Gregorian, Best Somehow Baltic, Zuzhelitsa
The best day of my life was celebrating a cold and dreary birthday in Iceland. Photo by S Migaj from Pexels Most stories reminisce about
Gina was old now by nearly anyone’s standards. Her face was wrinkled and her joints creaked when she moved, especially first thing in the morning
Story Of My HeArt Pure Fiction Challenge Photo by KoolShooters from Pexels I have not written much fiction outside of my book The Queen’s Awakening:
I remember this food experience like it happened yesterday. Photo by Becca Tapert on Unsplash After a blustery morning of playing in the snow and
A journey through the history (and future?) of books The Final Page is an exploration of writing through history and the future.Join me on a
Life is a winding road. You never know which way to go. Sometimes you want to figure it all. What is life all about? Life
From Martyrdom to Marriage, Valentine’s Day was not always a piece of cake. My mouth waters whilst merely looking this gorgeously dreamy temptation of a
“Have you thought about herpetology?” the academic advisor said, looking at his reflection in sunglasses. If he shifted his gaze a little, he’d be looking
Sometimes a morning doesn’t begin the way we intend it to. This was one of those hairy starts! The photo is of the actual culprit,
A Conversation Between Two Young Women – Talking Over Each Other. Amelia: Hey, how’s it going? Britney: Good. And you? Hey did I tell you
I’ve been challenged on Medium to write at least three hundred words a day in the month of November. If anyone is on this site
Happy mood today Reading the Zodiac Enjoying the fake fact About meeting the soulmate That seems somehow away From my life, or unavailable? Time fly
Right this second… An inflammatory thought! An idea turned cold. If you want to torture a person just put him/her on your life schedule and
What comes out of the human’s mouth could be lost in translation. Once it jumps from the lips and eclipses in the air, usually it stays
Some people may try to steal your money. Some people may try to steal your car. Also, some people might try to steal your land,
A journey through the history (and future?) of books The Final Page is an exploration of writing through history and the future. Join me on
A humorous story, passing down the generations in my family. The moonlight blue saloon drew up in the drive at 4pm one sunny Saturday by
Lower end extends through the basement of the bottom, higher top is in peak with the tallest mountain, Regional direction spreads across the silver coast,
There are a lot of things going on in this old world, that I don’t understand. Like look how we treat our brothers and sisters,
The phone rang. Actually, it didn’t ring. It played that stupid “Who Let the Dogs Out” song. Jesse had made it do that, had downloaded
Andrew tapped a button on his synth allowing the long bass notes to shudder down his spine. Shifting from one leg to another in a
Autumn’s peaceful hue, a season of rest, A time for nature’s slumber; the earth is blessed. The trees, they stand tall, their leaves of gold,
If it is true your thoughts and dreams create your reality. What type of reality would you create in your life. Now at this very
David woke up not knowing where he was. He panicked before he realized he was in a bed! Then he remembered, “David…. My son David!”
The butterfly gains its wings After being consumed in a cocoon For days or weeks on end What sacrifice must’ve been made To be turned
“Writing is a calling. If you have it on your heart to write, that call is there for a reason.” Recently I heard Denzel Washington,
The piano was just incredible. It sat there in the middle of the art exhibition, looking oddly out of place. Plain and black, elegant but
…in 359 days’ time I am one of those people who love Christmas songs and by that I mean listening to them a few weeks
What comes out of the human’s mouth could be lost in translation. Once it jumps from the lips and eclipses in the air, usually it
I observed the customers walking into the coffee shop like an evening rush hour. The potent smell of brewing espresso lit my nostrils on fire.
As insane as it may seem I remember once I’ve had a dream, Pristine in every single aspect, all colorful and drastic, She appeared to
“This is absurd!” My husband, Christopher’s voice had gone up a notch higher as he exclaimed. The receptionist kept repeating herself, “Sir, I’m sorry but
At the risk of sounding presumptuous, I might be the only Malaysian that you follow on Simily so today’s topic might be interesting to you
She is the sunshine to my darkness She is the end to my beginning She is the medicine to my disease She is the journey
Stay out until the street lights come on, and the skeeters start to bite. Catch a few lightning bugs in your back yard, as you
Autumn love, a season of gold A time of change as stories unfold The leaves turn red; the winds do howl As love blooms, like
To the one, I used to know Thank you for your warmth and glow Many days were exceptional because of you The still of your
The excitement of watching and waiting for a child to speak – the patiently impatient ears and heart – the thrill of their first ‘almost’
This poem is more of a lullabye from a scene within my Novel—Diaries of the Missing Children: Carsa Rosain Cecil ——————- Don’t fear the dark Don’t fear
In basketball, there is a thing called the shooter’s conscience. This is when someone knows his or her capability and has full confidence that the
I walked the path of gladiators, sailors, and shopkeepers from 79 C.E. Image of the author, Crystal A. Walker in Pompeii, Italy Entering the gates
Mockingbird, you’re high in a tree. You keep looking down at me. Do I know you? Do you know me? Mockingbird, you’re high in a
All I wanted to do was bring my husband some damn spaghetti. Photo by PiPhoto by Pixabay from Pexelsxabay from Pexels Early in my marriage,
Miss sat at her desk. The school year was winding down and hints of spring came hit or miss. One of her favorite students walked
In my heart, a garden grows, A verdant oasis, wild and unhurried. Where love and joy abide, And sorrow does not reside. *** The petals
Seriously, how the hell do you lose someone like Larry? The boy didn’t know the meaning of quiet. The last time she saw him, he
Standing under a shimmering lampshade, Greg wasn’t sure this was a good idea. “It’s full of antioxidants and other vitamins. You know, all the good
I picked a lovely flower for you today. I placed a red rose on your grave. I thought of memories of a life spent together.
When I grow old Lady without stats I will own Three dogs Three cats And a home Husky Beautiful as a painted glass German Shepherd
It was a warm afternoon in Cedar Hill, North Carolina. The time was 4:30 pm. 10-year old Jeremiah and his older brother 11-year old Roman
Hello, I’m Walker Ikard. I wanted to introduce myself to the writing community. I’m the son of world famous, Osie Whitaker Ikard. Osie, along with
You can live a good life by being free to choose what and who you become in life. If you can choose your job or
Lady Ashleigh closed her eyes to the sunshine and strummed her lute. Her father, the duke, would not have liked the idea of his only
The little things in life always count. If you show a little kindness along the way, it will always be appreciated. It will count and
As I head down the roads of life, I can’t help but wonder if I will get it wrong or right. I know if I
The melodies are playing our song Full of black in color Rich with shades of mahogany Smooth like ebony Sweet like the blackened berries In
Maartje van Dijk lived in a windmill. At the age of ten, her vater and moeder perished at sea, and she was sent to live
Later that afternoon I asked my wife what my daughter’s name was. She said, “Amy, silly”, and my only thought was to challenge her. “Are
You shift your weight from one leg to the other fully aware of the fact that it is a bad habit of yours to lean
Nothing moves save for a butterfly, A whisper at the tip of its wings, Breaking the stillness of the night. Clouds part for the moonlight
You start out young. You end up old. Where did all the time go? You spend all your money. You waste all your time. Then
There was once a country in Europe. A country where a man called Yuri lived. Yuri was raised by hard working parents who wanted him
When Mr. Bingham asked, “Why did Nixon go to China?” I kept a straight face and raised my hand. He nodded to me. “Ms. Morgenstern?”
3 Haikus The smoky scent of burnt flowers from a candle freshens up the room. —- Faded colors of air-dried blush pink rose petals brightens
A short poem about love and beauty, or the beauty of love. … Her beauty was the moon Ageless. Pure. Endless. Serenely smiling Softly whispering
This entire story already exists, but you are only experiencing it one word at a time as you move forward through it. You could, if
It’ll be gone soon, That’s no excuse for now. Just because it ends, Is no reason to rush. You can’t live your life, Years spent wondering how, You’ll go like
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