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For Sam. Runner-up in L*pogram Challenge. Top Story - August 2024.
You’re hungry. A growl rumbles through your stomach and along your bones. Not unbearable, not yet. But soon. And aches grow all over, your calves and ankles and knees jolt and jump as they slam the pavement. Over and over. God, how you hate to run.
By Siobhan McSweeney2 years ago in Fiction
Fall From Greatness. Top Story - August 2024.
Amazed, Shocked, Horrified, Delighted. To those who knew him well, the word “pleased” was used to describe his final decision, although it ended the way it did. Before I tell you how it ended, let me tell you how it all started. To do that I must go back to the beginning. Or maybe I should say the bottom. Rock bottom.
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Fiction
A Road Toward Healing. Top Story - August 2024.
Self-love is the road toward healing. These prompts are an invitation to step inside yourself. Rupi Kaur Self-love is being kind and compassionate to me. Nurturing and loving as I would be to my significant other. Working on building my self esteem. Not allowing others to mistreat me. Being my own friend. All of this is self-love.
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Writers
NO BOUNDARIES, NO CLUE. Top Story - August 2024.
See that kite? Flying free and easy through the clouds, pushed this way and that by random puffs of wind. That’s me. Upon deep examination of my convoluted and tortured path in life, I’ve realized I have no boundaries and no clue where I’m going or what I’m doing.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Longevity
Looking for Change. Top Story - August 2024.
Do you ever wonder where time has gone? Do you look back and think what have I even done with my life? We all ask these questions or at least I think we all do because I know I have at points in my life. We can get so caught up in the 9 to 5 life that we forget to actually live. We do tasks everyday that keep us busy but what does that even do for us? We wonder what have we even accomplished. We look at our accomplishments and think how much greater they could of been and compare ourselves to people who have done more.
By Thomas Terry2 years ago in Humans
Mother Keeper Loser Weeper. Top Story - August 2024.
In my defence, you have to understand that it was not that I didn't trust my mother. Far from it. My mother is an amazing person (woebetide anybody that says otherwise). She's funny, supportive, considerate, intelligent, beautiful, and generous. She's all heart; that's what she is. It was most certainly not that I did not trust my mother. It would never be that I did not trust my mother.
By Caroline Jane2 years ago in Fiction
Using Silence and Empathy to Find Strength. Top Story - August 2024.
The authority of silence 😌 Silence. It is not only the lack of noise. It is a tool, a power, a weapon. Silence can be the loudest statement in a society when everyone is yelling to be heard. Try to consider it. When have you lately really welcomed silence? Not the embarrassing sort that causes fidget, but the kind that lets you breathe, think, and simply be.
By Ojo2 years ago in Confessions
Writer's Block. Top Story - August 2024.
I wanted to start a novel todayThat's been rolling round my mindI wanted to start a while agoBut I never seem to find the timeMy little brother's done itHis comes out next yearBut maybe I don't have it in me;The sum of all my fearsI wanted to start a novel todayA work of literature sublimeBut when I got down to itI just wrote this silly rhymeI know I'll write a page or twoI've tried this all beforeI'll read it back and think it's shitAnd throw it on the floorI feel I have a talentThat I'm letting go to wasteWith endless hours of procrastinationThen giving up in hasteBut maybe it's not for meAnd maybe that's okayAnd maybe when I'm fortyI'll get round to it somedayBecause what's the point in all of itIf no one ever reads meBecause my surname isn't KingAnd of course it never will beI want to start a novel todayAnd write just for myselfAnd if no one ever reads itIt can sit peacefully on my shelf
By J.P. Williamson2 years ago in Poets
