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The Cold Wide-Eyed Stare of MAGA women. Top Story - July 2025. Content Warning.
The Cold-Eyed Stare & Sweetie’s Song Executive Producer: Sweetie Bird (Tray-top Oracle & Blink Director) Spoken-Word & Direction: Vicki (Storyteller, Satirist, Soul Sculptor)
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Goulhearth's Marvelous Institute of Wizardry and Other Magical Creations. Top Story - July 2025.
Night drew Sienna Rosewood in like a hungry moth to a kindred spirit, with deep azure and cerulean blue flames, just like her own slow-burning fire. The sky dotted above, illuminating her path. The sounds of birds were still, the whisper of crickets chirping off in the distance devoured the quiet air until there was nothing left but her own faint footsteps trudging through the sand as waves crashed against the heavy rocks below. Sienna was worried, she knew she had to get back to the school before the moon struck twelve, just overhead. None of the other witches’ dragons had appeared at their monthly meeting and she was risking losing everything—her housing, her scholarship, her place on the committee—and all for what? An old-wives tale? Some secret superstition about paintings that no one believed? She began to wonder if what she was doing was right, after all, who did she have anything to prove to? Herself? Her Professor? Birdie Mandrake? Sienna was a fellow fourth year, soon to graduate and should’ve known better than to make a bet with Ambrosia Mandrake’s elfin daughter.
By K.H. Obergfollabout a year ago in Fiction
Cabin on the Lake. Top Story - July 2025.
I sighed and pulled my hat brim down to protect my face from the summer sun. Just a few more chapters, I promised myself, turning my attention back to my book. After several efforts to read, I discovered I couldn’t focus on the words, so I leaned back and looked at the lake.
By Julie Lacksonenabout a year ago in Fiction
Not a Bunch of Film Reviews. Top Story - July 2025.
When I write a short story, I would like the story to have details that linger with the reader. That’s the goal – to write so that traces of the tale stay alive after the reading. Like a good meal leaves a taste in the mouth. Or how a song echoes through memories.
By Rachel Robbinsabout a year ago in Geeks
One More Cigarette - and the Choise to Live. Top Story - July 2025.
I sat up in bed with a jolt. Wide awake, all senses reaching out into the darkness. Nothing. A chill ran down my spine. The last thing I remembered was fleeing. He was after me. A knife—or was it a spade—raised high toward the sky, ready to slice my belly open like a forced harakiri. My feet caught in the jungle’s vines.
By Henrik Hagelandabout a year ago in Confessions
The First Cut Is The Deepest. Top Story - July 2025.
The first cut is the deepest, or so sang Cat Stevens. For me, this song always carried a different meaning. Every year, when the tree planting season begins and I cut the first hole with my shovel for my first tree, I hum this song.
By Imola Tóthabout a year ago in Fiction
The Legacy of Home. Top Story - July 2025.
It was only August, but it already felt like Summer’s end. The heat had broken; maybe it was the thunderstorm of tears I had wept which had tempered the humidity and made the air less oppressive, as if the world were giving me some comfort. My eyes sizzled at the thought, threatening to begin bubbling pools again. I blinked fiercely, urging them silently to settle themselves. They obeyed, this time, and I sighed in relief. I did not want my eyes blurry as I traveled the tree arched mountain pass, her road ways curving up like a sanguine river. It was so peaceful, so familiar, and I cherished the sun sparkling through the emerald leaves and the smell of the sunlight toasting the onion grass as I drove onward towards home.
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Fiction
A Night To Last A Lifetime. Top Story - July 2025.
If only Samantha knew what this night held in store. Every time I hear the tale, I often wonder if she held the memory deeply, lovingly, within her heart or whether she lived with the deepest of regrets.
By Colleen Millsteed about a year ago in Fiction
Your gross scars reflected . Top Story - July 2025. Content Warning.
Your gross scars reflected – in the right eyes! By Ross E F Lombardi . <NOTE: At the time of writing, The world adult population, defined as those 18 years and older, is estimated to be around 6.2 billion.>
By Ross E Fortune Lombardiabout a year ago in Humans
Just notice that to truly know where and when the depth of Your mind carry real Open heart . Top Story - July 2025.
I had boyfriends who wanted to profit from my art, which led me to blocks from the inside out so I decided never to pursue that plan while they were in my life. But when I was free, not promoting myself, not exhibiting my work or anything like that, someone noticed my art and decided to buy everything at once, and I became a millionaire overnight. I spent all the money on learning what I loved I didn't buy a single thing for pleasure. I spent a lot of money to thank others and support them, but I no longer felt happy, it wasn't even half of what I felt before, and it was a lonely, lonelier path, so I decided to spend it all as quickly as possible, to give it away to those whom the universe had given guidance to, and when I became poor again, all my happiness and health returned to normal. From that moment on, I never dreamed of wealth, and this is not just one example from my life; I have been like this since I was very young, in my whole being. Having more does not bring a shred of joy, because all you want is life, health, joy in the present, and the courage to discover the world on your own.
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda about a year ago in Fiction
