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What I Want
Yes, I’m thin now. It does not mean that I want marriage or a boyfriend. I also happen to be straight (heterosexual), so a woman’s advances would not be welcome. Oh, and I know I look better since I lost the weight so my standards are just as high. In other words, he’d better be damned good-looking or I won’t be interested. Don’t give me an old man when I could have a silver fox. Lesbians and bisexual women are considered rabble. So are ugly men.
By Alexandra Fabout 13 hours ago in Humans
The 'Perfect' Daughter
“Mum, my…my uniform is ripped,” I whispered meekly. She doesn’t turn. “Are you sure? I don’t think that’s possible, Selena,” she replied dismissively. I turned, about to go back to my room, careful not to make any noise, when my brother walked in. He smelled like sunshine and the field, bringing the sunlight into the house. His posture said it all: he owned the room. Meanwhile, I was just the background—the curtain, the wallpaper.
By Sylvia Rivelleabout 13 hours ago in Chapters
He Hit Me First. Content Warning.
I had a C-PTSD episode in the middle of the night. Writing it down is one of many things that helps me process sometimes, and it occurred to me that it may or may not be helpful for some to read. I’m hoping it might.
By Dana Mary Colleen Campbellabout 13 hours ago in Confessions
Lapis in Eternum: Final Chapter. AI-Generated.
The silence in Aurora’s sanctuary was no longer the quiet of a library; it was the silence of a vacuum, a predatory void that swallowed the sound of Charon’s own breathing. The lamp had not simply gone out; it had ceased to have ever been. Where the mahogany side table had stood, there was now only a yawning patch of grey non-existence, a visual stutter in the rendering of the room.
By Eris Willowabout 13 hours ago in Fiction
Lapis in Eternum: Chapter 9. AI-Generated.
The air in Aurora’s sanctuary didn’t just feel heavy; it felt curdled. The scent of old parchment and ozone was being overtaken by something sterile and sharp—the smell of a hospital hallway or a newly unboxed processor. Charon clutched at his chest, his fingers digging into the worn fabric of his shirt to press against the obsidian stone. It wasn't just vibrating anymore. It was screaming in a frequency that bypasses the ears and vibrates directly against the soul.
By Eris Willowabout 13 hours ago in Fiction
Oh My Gaaawd!!
💫🙏🤍 I don’t think of myself as a very religious person. I like to think of myself as a spiritual earthing, who can find something good and useful in every religion I’ve learned about. I believe there’s some truth to every story on the planet .. even if it’s just the source or idea that it evolved from. I’m going to share a true story of mine that I think most people will find something relatable in. It’s not well written, but it’s true and real and if it makes you smile or laugh, it makes me smile. 😃😂💫🙏🤍🕊️
By Dana Mary Colleen Campbellabout 13 hours ago in Fiction
