J.B. Rage

Joined April 2021

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the elusive wordsmith, dances on the edge of reality& imagination. Born in shadowed alleys of forgotten libraries, His ink-stained fingers weave tales that defy gravity& logic. His typewriter hums secrets, As his quill whispers to the moon.

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Who is J.B. Rage?
Introduction J.B. Rage is a visionary entrepreneur and creative force dedicated to walking the path to legendary status. With a profound passion for promoting self-love, embracing uniqueness, and embodying authenticity, he has carved a unique niche in the business world. His journey is a testament to the power of resilience and the belief that success is not just about achieving goals, but also about staying true to oneself.
By J.B. Rage15 days ago in Writers
Simple Yet Sweet
In the kitchen, I stand, ingredients in sight, Bread, peanut butter, jelly, a simple delight. Spread thick or thin, the peanut butter goes,
By J.B. Rageabout a month ago in Poets
The Broken Valentine
Valentine's Day arrives, enveloping the world in its romantic aura. I sit alone in my room, the soft moonlight casting a gentle glow, providing the perfect ambiance for reflection. My thoughts drift to Q, our relationship, and the intricate dance of love that we shared.
By J.B. Rage2 months ago in Humans
Ollie alone
In a small town where gossip spread like wildfire, there lived a man named Oliver. From a young age, Oliver was different. He saw the world through a unique lens, often misunderstood by those around him. His quirkiness and introverted nature made him an easy target for ridicule.
By J.B. Rage2 months ago in Poets
The Dance Of Deception
In the bustling streets of Miami, where the rhythm of life matched the beat of the ocean waves, a complex tale of love and betrayal unfolded. It began with the convergence of three lives, each with its own story to tell.
By J.B. Rage2 months ago in Humans
The Misadventures Of Blankie
I was born in a world of softness, warmth, and security. For as long as I can remember, I've been known as Blankie. My life began in a cozy nursery, where I was lovingly crafted from the finest cotton and stitched with care. From the moment I came into existence, I knew my purpose was to bring comfort to my owner, a sweet little girl named Lily.
By J.B. Rage3 months ago in Fiction
The Journey of a Lost Note
The Journey of a Lost Note I am a small slip of paper, once part of a larger whole. My journey began in the bustling city, where I was carried on the whims of the wind, a silent observer of the world around me. From the heights of skyscrapers to the depths of subway tunnels, I traveled far and wide, my edges worn by the touch of countless hands.
By J.B. Rage3 months ago in Fiction
The Stag in the Forest
In a world blanketed by a hushed, pristine white, a solitary figure treaded softly through the snow. The woods, a tapestry of muted hues, whispered secrets in the stillness. Each step was a gentle imprint on the untouched canvas of winter.
By J.B. Rage3 months ago in Fiction
White Roses
Chapter 1: A Day in the Life Dylan Arther, known to his friends as Dylan or D-man, was jolted awake by the sound of his mother's voice. "Get your ass out of bed right this second; you're going to be late to class!" she yelled from the other side of the door. Rubbing his eyes, Dylan glanced at the clock. It was 7:30, and he had another hour and a half before his college class started.
By J.B. Rage3 months ago in Chapters
Perfectly imperfect me
It’s sad that today people would instead use ignorance or that little block button when confronted with the truth. That they would instead take offense to what is being said instead of seeing the reality of the facts laid before them. When did our world become so broken that a man can not admit his true intentions but would rather shrug it off like it doesn’t even exist? It is true what they say, “ignorance is bliss.” Come on people let us make a change because we all know it takes a real man to admit his sins and it takes an even stronger to confess those sins proudly for all to see…. Here I am I am not perfect, and I never claim to be I make mistakes, but I learn from them I am proud of my sins because without them I would be naïve but with them, I am nothing more than human. I proudly admit my wrongs, I have been hurt just as much as I have hurt others. I am not proud of everything I have done to others, but I am proud of the man they have helped me because each sin I have committed has made me strong from the lessons I learned from there consequences and as I stand before you today I would be nothing without them because without the bad the good would not feel satisfying without guilt you cannot understand pain and without that pain and sadness how can we truly know happiness. I am me flawed yet perfect in my own way. I will always stand for what I Believe in because my pain has taught me strength and my tears have shown me strength. I will always proudly and Undoubtably be me no matter what sins of the future come my way
By J.B. Rage2 years ago in Confessions
It could have been you
1. You did this to drive me insane didn’t you? What really changed from Tuesday til now and if you do miss me why can’t we ever be friends? Come on Jason if we’re never going to speak again at least be real with me for once bc either you’re lying to me tonight about your feelings or you’ve lied to me from the start bc let’s be honest you weren’t just procrastinating and sleeping all the times you left me waiting and if you hate me so much now just tell me what we’re you really doing all those times or why did you break up with me every weekend and never let me go help you in Oviedo and why was I a huge secret that never got to meet your friends? Oh and why when you made a Grindr this last time why did you not show up I’m the fresh section when you added pics like you should have??? Come on we both know you weren’t a perfect boyfriend either stop lying to yourself and me and just tell me the truth.
By J.B. Rage2 years ago in Confessions
A thousand miles from home
I remember this day like it was yesterday. A day I’ll never forget. It was August 1, 2020. The world was consumed by the COVID-19 pandemic and all our lives changed in an instant. But on this day in a small town in the countryside of central New York a young guy of the age of 28 embarked on the largest and most life-changing adventure he had ever made. That guy was me and on this day I loaded my car to the brim with everything I felt was most important to me scrambling around to make sure I didn’t miss a thing because I wouldn’t be coming back for a while and when I did this place would no longer be home. As the sun began to set I pulled up to Slammin’s house for she was the friend I was choosing to take the beginning part of this journey with, Slammin had her bag packed and was already rushing me to leave we found space for her stuff and we prepared ourselves for a long drive. As I set the GPS Slammin’ ran through her checklist “soda. Check. Snacks. Check” she said, “oh wait I forgot my phone charger?” I say jumping out of the car to run inside for the very last time. This day is most memorable to me because that day was the day I packed up my entire life and moved to Florida.
By J.B. Rage3 years ago in Psyche

J.B. Rage

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Who is J.B. Rage?

Simple Yet Sweet

The Broken Valentine

Ollie alone

The Dance Of Deception

The Misadventures Of Blankie

The Journey of a Lost Note

The Stag in the Forest

White Roses

Perfectly imperfect me

It could have been you

A thousand miles from home

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