Fish Online
Humans, unlike fish, knowingly internet
When the net works as designed
You may lose track of the time
Then you'll lose a good feel
For what's bait and what's reel
And soon you'll be hooked online
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Hannah Oran
Hi! My name is Hannah. I am a 22-year-old LGBTQIA+ writer from Tennessee. I grew up in an impoverished family in Appalachia and while I had a rough upbringing, there is nothing I love more than sharing my experiences through my writing.
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Tortured Soul
The soul careened blindly through a void where it scraped against the walls of a narrow tunnel, amassing a cumulative friction that created all the heat the devil would ever need to torment it. There was no light at the end, not even a fire. From the bottom a cold wind blew, and the clash of extremities spawned vapors of terror in the deadened and numbed appendage that was this strange, delirious, drunken consciousness.
By C. Rommial Butler7 days ago in Fiction
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