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YOU CAUGHT ME WHEN I WAS FALLING. Top Story - April 2025.
I was grounded, solid, firm and unmovable, like a leaf blade strongly fastened to a branch by its petiole. Knowing my roles and responsibilities well, I stayed focused in delivering my tasks and achieving my goals. I was satisfied with the fruits I bear and continued to work passionately to the best of my abilities.
By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)about a year ago in Poets
Homeland Performance. Top Story - April 2025.
I must look stunning to get Donald to select me as his running mate. My makeover includes my hair, teeth, outfits, and makeup. I won't wear jeans and cowgirl shirts. It worked as South Dakota governor but won't sit well with Donald. He requires camera-ready, attractive, and photogenic television personalities with bright, shining smiles and beautiful long hair. If he doesn't select me as VP, I'll get a Cabinet position.
By Andrea Corwin about a year ago in The Swamp
Guardians and Angels | Chapter Three (Part 12). Top Story - April 2025.
I knew everything about permanent marks on my life, or so I thought. My freckles, they’ve always stained my skin; wine splashes upon my image, spattered and sprayed across me since the day I saw my own arms and legs. I was a spotted animal of some sort, in my mind, a leopard. A marked creature who would be feared for its tattooed patterns. In reality, they were a scourge, or so I thought.
By Christopher Dubbsabout a year ago in Fiction
What's In a Reading Experience?. Top Story - April 2025.
When I talk about ‘reading experiences’ I’m not just talking about the way in which we experience literature when reading it. A ‘reading experience’ also refers to the fact that some books stay with us. We may remember the experience of reading it at the time and then, as if taken back in time, relive that experience or at least, wish to relive it.
By Annie Kapurabout a year ago in Geeks
Facebook Vaudeville. Top Story - April 2025.
Author's Introduction: The following dialogue is very loosely based on the true struggle that I have had with Facebook over the last week or so trying to get back into my Facebook after it got hacked and, subsequently, locked. Spoiler alert: it still has not been resolved.
By Stephanie Hoogstadabout a year ago in Humor
Recognizing Depersonalization and Derealization.. Top Story - April 2025.
It is said that difficult roads lead to beautiful destinations. What is omitted from that statement is the feeling of aloneness which the road entails. For no matter how many friends, family and kind, supportive overtures you receive along the way...for which one is eternally grateful...we all suffer alone at the core of it all.
By Novel Allenabout a year ago in Writers
Impossible Love. Top Story - April 2025.
We knew the end from the beginning, It was no happy ever after, It was written in pain; it was hurt and tears, Yet we walked into it, regardless, Maybe that’s what made it more thrilling, It was delicate and worth it. Somewhere deep down, we hoped, We hoped that if we poured enough love, It would be enough to break the restraints, Make the obstacles disappear and change our fate. We should create great memories, at least, Hold unto hope the universe would fall in love with us, Why should we let go of our love, so beautiful, An imperfect match, yet we fit so perfectly, A match made in heaven, Why should we pass up this opportunity? A love, true love, in its purest form, Just because it won’t last a lifetime Forever should take care of itself, I’ll accept this gift called present, Wholeheartedly with no regrets, Because you’re in it. Though I wonder, What it would have been like, If I had met you before, Before the obstacles, now between us, Before the one threat to our forever, Would we be a match? Would we have this connection? Na, I doubt so, Probably not. It’s the fire and ice, we experienced, That molded us into what we are, It’s our past that produced this beautiful version, Yet still, this same past stands in our way. What now? I would rewrite our love if I could, Make it last till eternity, But it’s a journey for two, I would pray to Mother Nature, Hope she does so for two, Because I want it and you want it too, But you won’t fight for it. Why, why won’t you fight for it, Oh my haven, my king, my love, What restrictions, restrain you? Too many hearts involved, Too many to be broken, If peradventure, you venture, It’s a path filled with thorns, too many cries. You hope you can find this again, What we have, with someone else, But it is known, that it is impossible, It is a once in a lifetime occurrence, So you settle for a life of simplicity, You protect their hearts and hurt yours. I would tear down the world to be with you, But I couldn’t, wouldn’t force myself on you, It’s a choice you have to make, Fortunately!, or not, You already decided. In my next life, I’ll wait for you, Because now I know better, I’ll go through life but I’ll, I’ll prevent all the obstacles, I’ll take only the lessons. I promise you baby, You’ll still get this same version of me, Only, without the obstacles, But is there really a second life? I wish, I could convince you to elope, Run away with me my love, Let’s build a new world, our world, Where is that stubborn heart? Defiant man, that goes for what he wants? He’s passed that stage now, He no longer thinks of himself alone. We decided to hold hands instead, And walk down this lonely path, At these trying times in our lives, Because I needed someone, And you needed someone too. If we end up holding hands forever, That would be amazing, But if we let go of each other’s hands, That would be painfully amazing, Because regardless, we wouldn’t forget, We couldn’t forget the memories. How it was just us against the world, How we held each other, warmed each other, When it was cold and scary. How we lit each other’s fire, And came out, strong and victorious. We would forever be in each other’s hearts, A love so beautiful, a strong alliance, A love impossible, fleeting love. It ended, almost as soon as it began. First it was our spring, our love blossomed, Then came summer, the heat, the obstacles and restrictions, Yet we stood unfazed, our love constant, consistent, Then came autumn, our love stopped blooming, And now its winter, it’s time to let go, This is where our love ends. Not because it’s what I want, Neither is it your wish, But you chose a simple life, And your happiness matters to me, I’ll let you go, even though it breaks me, I’ll preserve and cherish, Our memories forever.
By Peace Oputaabout a year ago in Poets
Charm Against An Egg Boat. Top Story - April 2025.
Update: I am privileged to have had this piece accepted by The Gothic Gazette which has given me a massive boost as I have been feeling flat about my writing … to Charm Against an Egg Boat is one of my first pieces of flash fiction responding to traditional rhymes. It was published in Pagans of the North March 2024 edition https://www.pagansofthenorth.co.uk/magazine. I am submitting monthly to this online magazine and have popped my piece Ring O' Roses that was in the April Edition underneath Charm. The wee cartoon of the witch in her egg boat was drawn my partner Mick Smith.
By Alyson Smith about a year ago in Fiction
