Oneg In The Arctic
Bio
A queer storyteller and poet of arctic adventures, good food, identity, mental health, and more.
Co-founder of Queer Vocal Voices
Water is Life ✊
Achievements (8)
Stories (311)
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Letters to Our Queer Youth. Top Story - June 2024.
“Dear Queer Kiddo, Your existence is resistance to all those who tried to extinguish your flame. You are an endless fire that burns Your core shall not be shaken by voices who don’t understand Who never even try to understand That Pride, is not about them It’s about you. Your magic Your gifts Your love. Pride is your story to share on your terms And our job to celebrate and uplift Love always, Oneg”
By Oneg In The Arctic2 years ago in Pride
Twisting Through the Doorways. Top Story - June 2024.
A grand bronze-coloured staircase leads nowhere. It is adorned in dim and sensual lights, the golden glimmer of the chandelier adding elegance and richness to the room. This is the biggest room in the unknown home. A house made of multi-sized doors leading to multi-dimensional rooms. Some exist in daylight, some exist sideways against child-like postered walls.
By Oneg In The Arctic2 years ago in Horror
Bring Them Home Now
A Drabble is a story of exactly 100 words. No more, no less. They scream, “Bring Them Home Now!” I agree. Bring them all home. Those behinds bars unjustly. Those buried under the rubble. Those who can’t even haunt their own streets as the street is gone. Dust. Ashes.
By Oneg In The Arctic2 years ago in Fiction
We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers. Top Story - May 2024.
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic2 years ago in Fiction
Solitude Is Best Served Stuffed
In-person job interviews were a tedious, waste of time, anxiety-filled task. If you wanted me for my resume and were lured by my phone conversing skills, then you should have already made up your mind about accepting me onto your customer service team. It was an at-home work position anyhow. Why would you need me to leave said home?
By Oneg In The Arctic2 years ago in Fiction
