AL

Joined June 2021

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Anything about self expression and sincerity is what I love. Writing is a platform to that. I hope everyone finds the courage to express themselves.

Stories (11/0)

Flow
There's this word tugging at my soul and just like it's meaning it came naturally, no intention, no image mangagement, no motive, it just is, I get the feeling it was something I lost along way being boxed into my thoughts and choosing to let my surroundings be the judge of who I am. I was trying to find reasons behind my choices in life. Maybe I'm punishing myself again because truth is I wanted something to desperately be that wasn't right for me. You know when you love something you never stop loving it. Sometimes we love the wrong things and you know it in your soul when you're trying to control the outcome of the situation that is steering you off course. You lose a piece of yourself, and you know what, it's beautiful because from the heartache you know for a fact it was real. The real lingers and just because you love something that hurts and destroys your current state of being doesn't mean that something new isn't going to be rebuilt. As long as you Flow.
By ALabout a year ago in Motivation
All The Riches Of The World And There is None Like You.
Saya feels the warmth of a steady breeze vibrating through the cave walls as if the cave itself were alive with lungs of its own. Curiosity and excitement fills her heart as her imagination ignites in wonder. She presses her cheek against the smooth edges of the stone with a soft full smile and her eyes closed tight and she hears it; A faint heartbeat echoing within the stone. She holds out her little arms and embraces the wall with a childish love wanting to know who is alone in the dark and maybe they could use a friend.
By AL2 years ago in Fiction
Facing the Inferno
"In the middle of the journey of our life I found myself within a dark woods where the straight way was lost." Dante Alighieri, Inferno.
By AL2 years ago in Motivation
The Artist
Creation is such a strange event. For a star to be born there is an event that happens when a gaseous cloud of dust collapses under the pressure of gravity. The dust heats up under pressure and a star is born. But before creation, destruction under pressure is needed. The world was created under pressure and in darkness. But through the darkness a light is born. That is a work of art. That is creation, to take the good and the bad and find value in all things. What if your imperfections are what make you perfect? Your life is a canvas made with purpose. What if the sum of your mistakes and victories are every bit of the rarest beauty this world has to offer? You are never a writer's block, an unfinished ideal, a half painted portrait or any less valuable than what your purpose has in store for you, to be more and to create more. An artist values all things, the good and the ugly sides of life. It's the choice to be a blessing or a lesson to the world. The artist always has intent for it's creation. Do not settle for less than what you are or will be even if you are a work in progress, and we always are. If you feel it tearing at your heart, if you had visions of what your world can be, why settle for anything less than the abundant dreams that fuel sleepless night to hope for a better future. You are not a dissappointment, you are not invisible, or worthless. You are the sum of your choices to be more. To create more, by overcoming more. You are a lantern in the dark meant to shine and create a beauty, none like this world has ever seen. The universe that stirs inside of our soul is created with full intention, boundless and brighter than we can possibly fathom. To imitate perfection is only manipulation to the truth. The image of perfection is only an illusion to what it means to be human. As people we are capable of great love or great destruction. When I close my eyes there use to be nothing but darkness. Why is it now that I can see a boundless sea of dreams that this world can be. Light up the dark just as the night holds the stars in the sky. We are the boundless colors to fill the empty void created with purpose. But even in that void the dark is never absolute. There is light everywhere.
By AL2 years ago in Motivation
The Ronin
I've wandered the world masterless, but within the vacant direction of life I've become a master of my emotions through adversity. The difference between knowledge and wisdom is just that. Knowledge is what you think you know but wisdom is solely based on experience. It's failing and choosing to rise up from the rubble again and again defeated but never dead. Battles leave scars and I wear them like a badge of honor because I'm still here in the fight and when I slay my enemy another challenger arises in my path stronger than my last foe. Life is a never ending battle and I choose to live bold, confident, filled with passion and strength. It's survival and I need to be strong but the question is what for? There has to be more to life than succeeding while all else fails.
By AL2 years ago in Motivation
Return to Sender
The morning begins like every morning does, predetermined not by fate or some cosmic purpose, but by routine in everyone’s duties around the group home. The rising sun sneaks through the stale white blinds illuminating the center of the cool tile floor. I look over to my bunkmate, Sean, sprawled out over his small bed. The grey morbid covers partially covering him from the waist down and his gaping mouth swallowing the air like it was his last breath with an obnoxious snore. I turn on my back pulling my scratchy covers to my chest and look up at the rough texture of the ceiling. I sigh wondering is this really it?
By AL3 years ago in Fiction
The Master of Disaster
Sometimes my life is pure comedic disaster. To be blunt I’m an idiot with a scheme. I agreed to pet sit this pup as a means to open up a conversation with my next door neighbor, Denise. I should of just said hi. But no I had to do better. I’m complicated or better yet I make things complicated. This adorable lab was supposed to be sweet. He was the game changer to make an everlasting first impression. He's a piece of shit! The air is humid and I can barely catch my breath as I slouch over my faded blue jeans feeling the fire burning in my rib cage through my sweat drenched dress shirt. This whole master plan has gone up in smoke as I chase this black labrador around my apartment complex. It’s like this little game of his. I wipe away the sweat and dirt from my forehead. I look up and there he is Buddy just sitting there wagging his tail panting happily. “Buddy, I swear you need to get over here right now!” I shout in deep breaths. The black lab closes his mouth and cocks his head to the side waiting for me to make my move. I inch closer slowly. With each step his eyes grow wide. I take another dive for his leash and miss. Looks like I’m off to the chase again. My face gets a sloppy kiss from the moist grass and I lay there wondering why things went wrong.
By AL3 years ago in Fiction
Chocolate Feel...
Have you ever walked into a crowded room and felt the vibes? Literally everyone gives them off. Emotions and thoughts are pure energy affecting actions as well as responses. It's like looking up at the stars watching the different colors and variations of light shining in space. My name is Zack and I'm a baker, but don’t get me confused with just someone ordinary. I know about vibes and I project whatever I want. I have this gift and in all honesty we all do in our own ways. The thing is I discovered my passion long ago and then realized the possibilities once I projected my soul into my craft, baking.
By AL3 years ago in Fiction
The Visitor
Intoxication used to be euphoric but now I realize how distorted my perception has been as I self-destruct. My chapped lips kiss the bottle of whiskey and I feel the smooth caramel burning sensation tickle the back of my throat through my broken heart. I stumble through tall grass feeling the irritating sting against my arms. My undershirt sticks to my chest in this humid season as the rain clouds dampen the sun but not the heat. Sweat outlines the curves of my stubble narrow face as my work boots sink into the soft earth. I take refuge within this old barn from the setting sun peeking through the clouds.
By AL3 years ago in Fiction
Stories In the Dark From Grandma.
Today I got in trouble with some of the kids in the neighborhood while at my grandma's house. It was nothing personal I was just trying to have fun. Who cares if I may play a little too hard? Well, my grandmother says I do. That's the reason why I pick on Michael and his friends. They are such cry babies and he is easily scared of bugs. Why be scared of dead bugs when at mommy's apartment our kitchen is full of them. I found a dead roach and picked it up. Michael and his friends were grossed out but not me. I picked that stale shell of a bug up feeling the crunching sensation between my fingers and it doesn't bother me at all. It's like grabbing a piece of Frosted Flakes cereal. I had fun teasing every one of them because they were scared and I wasn't.
By AL3 years ago in Fiction
The End of Us
The emergency sirens howl throughout the city and I can feel it my chest. The rush pulses through my veins and my body is tense as I'm driving through the chaos of the city. The world is on fire and without warning humanity is facing it's immediate doom as an asteroid is about to hit and we say our last goodbyes. The sense of urgency and panic fuels the desert metropolis as well as my own intentions.
By AL3 years ago in Fiction

AL

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Flow

All The Riches Of The World And There is None Like You.

Facing the Inferno

The Artist

The Ronin

Return to Sender

The Master of Disaster

Chocolate Feel...

The Visitor

Stories In the Dark From Grandma.

The End of Us

Stories (11/0)