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Poems!!!
No One Names the Bruises
No One Names the Bruises
No One Names the Bruises When I was young, their hands taught me fear before I could name it. I didn’t know what I’d done wrong— just that the room went quiet and then it hurt. That love arrived with raised voices, tight grips, and a slipper in hand. They said it was for my own good. They said it...
My Stories!!!
Brewed to Perfection
Brewed to Perfection
Brewed to Perfection I don’t do “forgettable.” Never have. Maybe that’s why the city feels like home—because it’s a place built for people who know their worth and aren’t afraid to own it. Every morning, I wake up before the sun, brew my coffee dark enough to make anyone else wince, and plan my ...
The Map She Drew Herself
The Map She Drew Herself
The Map She Drew Herself Lila had spent most of her life being good. Good daughter, good student, good at not making too much noise. She was polite to the point of erasure—smoothing out her opinions, her passions, even her laugh, until it all felt paper-thin. When people asked who she wanted to...
Cheddar Hearts and Other Disasters
Cheddar Hearts and Other Disasters
Cheddar Hearts and Other Disasters Maplewood High was average in almost every way. Average test scores. Average cafeteria food. An above-average number of vending machines that only accepted exact change and made concerning noises when dispensing anything heavier than a granola bar. But there was...
The Fern Mark
The Fern Mark
The Fern Mark They always said it was just a tattoo. “Looks sick though,” people would tell her, eyes flicking to her back when she changed in locker rooms or wore anything low-cut. “Who did it?” Mira would shrug. “No idea.” It wasn’t a lie. She’d woken up with it when she was sixteen — cold, alo...
The Echo Room
The Echo Room
Chapter 1: The Cabin The cabin stood like a held breath in the woods—utterly still, unnervingly quiet. Mira Ellis turned off the engine and listened. Nothing. Not the wind. Not birdsong. Not even the ticking of her car cooling down. Just an aching silence that stretched so wide it made her skin ...
For the Memories
For the Memories
For the Memories Ethan was a writer. Not the kind who cared about grades or assignments, but the kind who filled journals with words too heavy to say out loud. He wrote letters to Liam—dozens of them—pages of I noticed how you squint when you laugh and your hands look stupidly elegant holdin...
Echoes of Forgiveness
Echoes of Forgiveness
Echoes of Forgiveness In a small town nestled between rolling hills and whispering pines, there lived a man named Lucas. Lucas was not well-liked; in fact, he was the kind of person who seemed to rub everyone the wrong way. His sharp tongue and selfish demeanor had earned him a reputation as the...
Eternal Devotion
Eternal Devotion
Eternal Devotion In the picturesque town of Willow Creek, where the sunsets painted the sky with hues of orange and pink, William and Margaret spent their days in a cozy cottage adorned with memories of a lifetime together. Their love story was one whispered about by the town's folk—a tale of ...
The Unseen Bloom
The Unseen Bloom
The Unseen Bloom Evelyn adored flowers. Every Monday morning, without fail, a beautiful bouquet would appear on her doorstep. They always arrived with a small, unsigned note that simply read, "For you." For months, Evelyn wondered who her mysterious admirer could be. Her mind danced between po...
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