Maya Or Tzur
Bio
Hey-O!
Just a 26 y.o woman writing 'nd stuff. Articles, poems, prose.
See 'ya, little munchkins! 😊
Stories (21)
Filter by community
"All you need is love". Content Warning.
"I have a broken heart" Taj said with arms clenched, closing her eyes strongly. "I have a broken soul," Blue answered, "you wronged me." "I know I did," Taj said, "I know I did." Blue sighed. "I know why you did it, though," Blue whispered. "You have a broken heart. From before this." "My heart arrived broken," Taj said, "I don't know why." "I do. You're sensitive." "I am." "You still got something innocent in you, love. But they broke you." "They did." " You still broke me, though." "Hey!" Taj said, frowning her eyes angrily", "You broke me too." Her voice came out faint, shivery.”Let's talk about it. Just a bit.” “What is there to talk about?” Taj's voice was a broken glass.
By Maya Or Tzurabout 22 hours ago in Pride
11 life advices
1. Avoid excessive screen time and replace it with activities that nourish the body and soul: doing a sport activity that you like, writing (journaling is a great example, but any type of writing that you like, really), or things like workbooks, hobbies, passions, reading, or perhaps a good talk with a friend or a family member.
By Maya Or Tzurabout a month ago in Journal
His heart (was) charcoal
I've met a man the sun filled his heart. The kind of man a woman in her 20's fantasizes about, a man with golden locks of hair and a golden soul, with a mind clear like a transparent sea, with depths that can go beyond you've ever thought possible. He was always kind and friendly, his words could warm your heart. Small verbal gestures like, "I hope you've had a great day today", or "how's your grandma lately? I heard she was feeling ill." Or big words like, "the light of day is fleeting and eternal all at once, actually" – spoken with a soft, bashful smile. He was considerate, an aura behind his head like some kind of saint. But. He was not a saint, not ever, because his mind was hiding a secret. Carrying it inside of it like a fetus in a womb, just waiting to come out of its' hideout. He had cruelty inside his heart. A charcoal heart waiting to come out. Someone once said to him cruelty comes from pain, that a sickened heart is indeed a heart that cannot let go. And he couldn't let go. Yet.
By Maya Or Tzur2 months ago in Fiction
