Milan Milic

Joined June 2024

569 stories

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Hi, I’m Milan. I write about love, fear, money, and everything in between — wherever inspiration goes. My brain doesn’t stick to one genre.

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The Last Excuse
I kept a whole drawer of excuses for you, folded neat like socks: He’s stressed, He didn’t mean it, He had a hard childhood,
By Milan Milic19 days ago in Poets
Wound to Window
I used to press my pain down like laundry in an overstuffed drawer shove, shove, close it fast, Pretend the handle isn’t shaking.
By Milan Milic20 days ago in Poets
Second Shadow
I noticed it by accident, which is how most bad ideas introduce themselves. I was cutting through the square at lunch, phone in one hand, iced coffee sweating down my wrist. The sun was a bully, straight up, no cloud cover, every edge of everything carved into the pavement. I walked past the sundial because I like proof that time is meaningful in more than one medium.
By Milan Milic20 days ago in Fiction
Bright Enough
I used to dim myself automatically like a phone on low battery, saving power for people who never noticed the light in the first place.
By Milan Milic21 days ago in Poets
The New Measure
I used to measure my worth by who replied. By the little typing bubble, by the seen-check, by whether you showed up
By Milan Milic21 days ago in Poets
Unclaimed Weather
I used to watch the sky for you. If your voice went tight, I’d start gathering blankets soft words, extra patience, a laugh to lighten the room
By Milan Milic22 days ago in Poets
The Listening Room
I made a room inside my day where nobody gets to interrupt me. No phone buzzing like a bee, no “be positive,” No rushing to fix the feeling
By Milan Milic22 days ago in Poets
Love’s Aftertaste
There’s still sweetness on my tongue from a love that didn’t last like the last sip of soda That’s gone a little flat
By Milan Milic23 days ago in Poets
A Softer Spine
I used to think strength meant armor a jaw set like stone, a heart locked up with the spare key thrown away. ﹁﹂
By Milan Milic23 days ago in Poets
Moonlit Inventory
At midnight the apartment is honest. No emails, no sunlight, no makeup version of me trying to look okay. ﹁﹂ I sit on the floor with a notebook
By Milan Milic24 days ago in Poets
The Calm Exit
I didn’t slam the door. No movie moment, no screaming, no plate-shattering truth. I used to think leaving had to be loud
By Milan Milic24 days ago in Poets
Mended Hunger
I used to live on crumbs. A late reply. A “miss you” at 2 a.m. A half-hearted plan You’d cancel like it was weather.
By Milan Milic25 days ago in Poets

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The Last Excuse

Wound to Window

Second Shadow

Bright Enough

The New Measure

Unclaimed Weather

The Listening Room

Love’s Aftertaste

A Softer Spine

Moonlit Inventory

The Calm Exit

Mended Hunger

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