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Indigofera Dreams
Do you remember, pretty Violet, how the Indigo would blossom in the spring? So vibrant were the bursts of efflorescence,
The Worst Heist
My scales creak. I undulate over and around these bright jewels, these eggs. Each one part treasure, part ward, part of me. Some are mine. (MINE!!!!) Some belong to others, but I guard them just the same. My jaws clack and clench, grinding my anger into sparks that fly from my eyes.
L.C. SchäferPublished 3 days ago in FictionKindled
Delicately beautiful, she strolled through my space, Interrupting my work, disrupting my pace. Sensualities rose to fluster my mind,
J. S. WadePublished 3 days ago in PoetsWould I have met Monet
What if I was born in the USA in the 1890's. Marriage would not have been a necessity, but it would have been expected. I would have taken French in the American schools. Art and writing hobbies for girls, would have been accepted. A trip to France -would have been seen as an educational venture. To broaden my perspective of the world. But when I chose to remain in Paris, my family would have shown some concern.
Antoinette L BreyPublished 2 days ago in History
September, 1969
The United States in 1969 was characterized by disruption. From the 1969 Woodstock Music and Art Fair, which symbolized the spirit of counterculture, to the anti-Vietnam War movement there were deep shifts in culture and politics that still reverberate today.
OG CollectionPublished 2 days ago in History
Okay, Boomer: the sitcom we've been waiting for
Title "Okay, Boomer" Genre Comedy Logline "Okay, Boomer" walks the line between hilarious and heartwarming as it follows the life of 67-year-old Doug, who finds himself living under one roof with his 13-year-old granddaughter, Mia, and 40-year-old son, Mark. As three generations collide, they navigate the generation gap, tackle modern challenges, and discover that family bonds can be stronger than the differences that divide them.
Could you Repeat that?
Dare I Say what I was Thinking? Really, I meant to listen, And just because I Can’t remember a single word That you said doesn’t mean
Abigail PenhallegonPublished 6 days ago in PoetsCurls Unleashed: My Journey of Overcoming Hair Insecurities and Embracing Self-Acceptance
My hair care journey has not been an easy one. My entire life, my frizzy, curly hair has been one of the main stars of my insecurities. It was either too thick, too frizzy, too thin at one point (due to health issues), or too dry. This led me on an 8-year curly hair and body acceptance journey. Today, I am bringing you along on my raw and honest journey to hair and body acceptance.
Jaci GonzalesPublished 5 days ago in Viva
The Persistence Of Memory
( Credit: The Persistence of Memory, Salvador Dali 1931) Imagine waking up in a world that's as elusive as a dream, yet vividly tangible - a world where the landscapes whisper tales of surrealism, and time, rather than ruling, becomes an abstract concept. This is a world uncannily reminiscent of Salvador Dalí's "The Persistence of Memory," where time does not merely pass—it bends, warps, and finally, melts away.
Micro Heist
”It’s a Micro Heist, mother fuckers!” Alec held out both arms, ink-guns at the ready. “No funny business or pages get blasted!”
Stephen Kramer AvitabilePublished 4 days ago in FictionHeeere's Trauma!
***Content Warning: Abuse*** The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. I stood there, hair dripping, wrapped in a yellow striped towel, white-knuckling the cold ceramic sink. My reflection did the same, but still, something was off. My palms were all that supported my teetering balance as I leaned in and inspected the faux visage for its defining flaw.
Meagan DionPublished 2 months ago in Horror
Why I Love my Pops...
6JUN2023; 0354, TUE– Capitol Heights, Maryland, USA It's later than the second American Revolution tonight. Tho, I believe that there's no time like the present for a gift of a gem, dropped on me way back when; by none other than the Old Man.
Nefarious DarriusPublished 4 days ago in MenResurrection
I want to be with you in the daylight When the curtain goes down and the tragedy ends I want to stand with you in the sunlight
Joelle Nanula ✨Published 5 days ago in Poetstwilight evanescence
for a single fleeting moment, my eyes found you in the dusk; a stolen star, lingering, lazy and seductive to decorate my twilight.
Morning Theft
The impatient June sun has been breaking through the curtains earlier each morning. 5:10. My heart wrenches with a suffocating, syrupy ache as I am drawn into the conscious realization of my new reality.
Beth SarahPublished 3 days ago in FictionShuttle Ride To Nowhere
Putting all his strength into it, Javier pedaled faster as the cold November wind blew in his face. Plastic cards clipped to the spokes made a constant rat-a-tat-tat. Around the corner was his destination. Braking to a stop, Javier hopped off his ratty old bike - a single speed, once red and black now faded to a mottled pinkish and grey, that had once belonged to his cousin Mark – and leaned it against the wall. Placing hands against the plate-glass he pressed his nose to the cold surface and drank in the sight. In the window, illuminated, shining like a beacon to safe haven in the soft glow of the strung lantern above …, the fancy lettered sign saying “MOST OF THE BEST, SOME OF THE REST” there it was. Shining silver with blue retractable wings; three actual rubber wheels on metal legs that folded up into compartments; red cylinder at the front with the yellow and orange ASTROMAN logo; tail fin rising majestically from the back complete with movable flaps and Jupiter Force Team insignia; three conical ports jutted out the back. A battery powered engine blew warm air out the ports so it would roll on a smooth surface. An Astroman Supersonic Space Shuttle. So close, so awesome, so … Cool! If only he had the money. If only Dad hadn’t got laid off last year. If only… Sighing, the warmth of Javier’s breath misted the cold glass. Absently a finger doodled in the damp cloudiness thus created.
Andrew C McDonaldPublished a day ago in FictionA Dot On The Map
Distant apparitions make a mockery of a love gone wrong. Incessantly replaying the final moment on repeat like a favorite song.
Stephanie J. BradberryPublished 3 days ago in PoetsRookie Card
Kendall watched and waited while sitting on the designated park bench. His hands clasped the black gym bag that contained his savings, cashed in 401 K and recent paycheck earnings. He still could not believe he was going to purchase his dream Mickey Mantle rookie card. He found the seller on-line. His fingers trembled, checking his watch once again. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard yelling.
C. H. RichardPublished 3 days ago in Fiction
103rd Times a Charm
“Clink! Where are we with this?” I hiss quietly, knowing my communicator will pick it up. “Sorry Boss! This hack is taking a minute,”
Heather ZiefflePublished 2 days ago in FictionAttention Deficit
Deficit you say? I am the queen of losing track of my... Squirrel... I mean, Truthfully, as an ADHD woman I really have no greater skill than
Meagan DionPublished 3 days ago in Poets
