Billie Whyte

Joined March 2022

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Bio

Forever wingin' it.

Stories (36/0)

Lost & Found.
I was 9 years old when I first began to struggle with my identity. I hit puberty long before the other girls in my school, and by the time I was 12 I'd grown breasts. I'd experienced menstruation at a young age too and remember being utterly terrified and ashamed of telling my mum what was going on.
By Billie Whyte12 days ago in Longevity
Top Story - November 2023
In time. Top Story - November 2023
I know that you're waiting for me like a dog, but have some patience for the part of me that's lost - David Kushner, Mr Forgettable.
By Billie Whyte18 days ago in Motivation
Top Story - November 2023
SAD girl.Top Story - November 2023
My heart is aching with such a putrid weight recently. Unfortunately, that is the nature of seasonal depression. The nights have drawn in, the darkness lingers longer than usual and my body begins to shut down in its entirety, with the exception of the constant whirring of my stomach and mind.
By Billie Whyte29 days ago in Longevity
Timeless.
In shadows of ebony and ivory keys, A symphony of grace, of subtle degree. Fingers glide, a gentle sway, a sonnet of touch, during night or day.
By Billie Whyteabout a month ago in Poets
The age of the Entrepreneur.
Entrepreneurship is the dynamic force that drives innovation, transforms industries, and shapes economies. It embodies the spirit of individuals who embark on a journey to create, innovate, and bring novel ideas to life. Entrepreneurs are the architects of change, armed with vision, resilience, and a willingness to take calculated risks.
By Billie Whyte2 months ago in Interview
Top Story - October 2023
The Hidden TruthTop Story - October 2023
"Veritas Occultus Revelare" intoned the high priestess, her voice trembling with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. The incantation echoed through the cavern, resonating with the power of ages long past.
By Billie Whyte2 months ago in Fiction
möbkärmässigt
John's obsession with Ikea furniture knew no bounds. Every weekend, he'd lose himself in the labyrinth of showrooms, imagining his home transformed into a Scandinavian wonderland.
By Billie Whyte2 months ago in Fiction
A tale of two cheeks.
That didn't happen... Oh my god, they didn't just... I've ripped my damn pants!
By Billie Whyte2 months ago in Poets
Tenderly.
Just imagine for a moment if you will, all of your past selves standing in a crowd in front of you, each at a defining moment of their lives. Your life. Your defining moments.
By Billie Whyte2 months ago in Journal
Top Story - September 2023
Hi mum. Top Story - September 2023
The rain begins to fall lightly against the pavement, as delicately as piano keys are played. Dancing upon the concrete as they hit the ground. Not before long, a crash of thunder bellows through the sky, followed by a flash of lightening that fills the surroundings with the palest blue light. The rain begins to pour heavier and heavier, causing shockwaves of sound through the city streets.
By Billie Whyte2 months ago in Chapters
BINGO?
"Hello dear friend, My name is Billie. They'll tell you it's a boys name, but those people are silly. See here in these parts, I have another name, They call me the bingo queen, of fortune and fame."
By Billie Whyte3 months ago in Poets
I'm a gambling addict.
Hey. My name is Billie, I'm freshly 30 and I'm a gambling addict. I don't know how to start this piece entirely, and I have no doubt with how uncomfortable I feel about my confession, this piece will not flow but we're going with it for the sake of awareness and relatability.
By Billie Whyte3 months ago in Confessions