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Blessed 33
So I woke up on the morning of February 5, 2026 and guess what and you know what I realized? It’s my 33rd birthday. Do you know what that means? Yes, technically I’m getting old, but what I couldn’t have guessed was this would be one of the best days of my life.
By Joe Patterson3 days ago in Confessions
Three Simple Steps To Avoid Regret
How to avoid regret? Well, I’m glad you asked. * The first step is to accept that you did the best you could
By Jenifer Nim4 days ago in Poets
Word of the Day: リモコン
I haven't decided on a title yet, but I am just looking down at my appointments/calls part of my todo list and it is giving me great pause.
By Kayla McIntosh3 days ago in Confessions
The Angry Man in Your House
"If you grow up with an angry man in your house, there will always be an angry man in your house" This statement has caused plenty of controversy online, people say its a statement that blames victims while also undermining those who break traumatic cycles to form health relationships... but if I'm honest now that I'm in my 30s it makes more sense to me than ever, and I'd argue that its not just about fathers and uncles.
By S. A. Crawford4 days ago in Humans
Romeo, Juliet, and the Rules of Verona
The Capulets and the Montagues loathed one another. That was the way it was. That was the way it was always supposed to be. Every member of the Montagues had to despise every member of the Capulets and vice-versa. In this hatred, Verona prospered.
By Reiley4 days ago in Fiction
What I Think About After Death?
I am a biologist. I do not believe in an afterlife. We die, the blood curdles the heart stops, proteins begin breaking down,
By Seema Patel6 days ago in Poets
Rachel Reviews: Lunch Tales: Teagan by Lucille Guarino
Well, I did enjoy this! Sometimes, all you need is just great storytelling and this is what Lucille Guarino delivers here. There's no big message to this book; it's just about folks and families, living their lives and coping with everything that's being thrown at them and finding their way. But when it's done well, like it is here, then you have characters to whom you can relate, tension which leaves you rooting for a better outcome, attraction which has your heart racing and an urge, as a reader, to see the characters happy with the people with whom they belong.
By Rachel Deeming4 days ago in BookClub
The Lesions of Devotion
Every day I set myself down on the freshly cut lawn and strip myself bare. I take my guitar and finger the frets and pick at the strings, listening for dissonance. My life is dissonance. I twist the tuning pegs until each string sounds bright. Then I kneel, calves pointing behind me, kneecaps facing forward. All exposed to the breeze. I close my eyes and play the melody.
By Paul Stewart4 days ago in Fiction
How To Make Things Worse
Life is hard. Things go wrong. We all have those times in our lives when it feels like everything is breaking around us...
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)4 days ago in Psyche
Your Religion Ain't My Disease. Content Warning.
you ever felt so low, your very thoughts moved like molasses? feels like an undertow, of an ocean current pulling you backwards.
By CT Idlehouse5 days ago in Poets
we die forgotten
The Chorus - Cunning, not the feat of arms, brought fair Ilium low, Unmasked Achilles gambit leading him to Troy, Drove the swift knife into Iphigenia's breast To ply cruel Artimus for fair following winds. But the fates cut many lives short on Ilium's shores Hopes of glory dashed for thousands who fought and died Their shadows haunting Hades’ dark, lifeless halls: Noble Hector no match for enraged Achilles, Nor the son of Peleus, Paris' swift arrows. Who won the laurel of Achille's golden armor And was named Greatest of the Greeks if not Ajax? But he who knew no honor save ruthless cunning, Wily Odysseus, gained both, and the better man, Mighty Ajax, fell upon his sword in sorrow, His soul traveling the lonely roads to Hades’ keep. But the gods' wroth did not end at the sack of Troy, Agamemnon would rue his daughter's sacrifice When his wife and her lover knifed him in his bath. But he who deceived Troy with the horse filled with Greeks Would spend ten long years failing to return to home....
By John Cox6 days ago in Fiction
Can’t See
Obstacles are getting in the way Obstructing the view Making dreams a little cloudy Reality is misty The future is foggy
By L.I.E6 days ago in Poets
Seabirds
When I want to remember love, intimate connection, there’s a reinvention occurring in the depths of my mind. Some call it—imagination.
By Natasha Collazo5 days ago in Poets
Public Announcement Challenge Winners
For the Public Announcement Challenge, writers were asked to work inside voices built for control. These were notices, warnings, and updates meant to inform rather than confess. The strongest entries committed to that form and didn't break from it. Corporate memos, formal government alerts, and internal policy language were held consistently, allowing emotion, fear, grief, or humor to surface indirectly through pressure rather than declaration. The following poems recognize the voice of authority, and let human feeling slip through despite all its rules and restraint.
By Vocal Curation Team5 days ago in Resources
The Light Turns
It's Tuesday 7:13 a.m. A cold and clear November morning awaits Ray on his morning commute. Ray rubs his hands together in the front seat of his Subaru. He turns the air temperature up, but keeps the air on low until the air warms up. He looks at the backup camera screen and reverses the Subaru out of his driveway onto Trimble Road.
By John R. Godwin5 days ago in Fiction
Living in SillyVille, U.S.A.
U.S. President Donald Trump speaks at a ceremony held to dedicate a 4-mile stretch of road from West Palm Beach Airport to his Mar-a-Lago estate to be named as 'President Donald J. Trump Boulevard', at the Mar-a-Lago estate in Palm Beach, Florida, U.S., January 16, 2026. REUTERS/Kevin Lamarque.
By Novel Allen10 days ago in Poets
A Witness at this Stop
The train stop lives in the heart of the city—a city whose name I don’t care to recall, as it does not care to recall me. There is a chill in the air, not consequential of the gentle breeze, but something more of a sensation, like goose bumps felt within.
By Belle5 days ago in Fiction
Free-Spirited
Mysterious snake making only the softest rustle as it slithers away moving with caution yet it never looks back And then another sound
By Jasmine Aguilar10 days ago in Poets
Stories Before a Wedding, or The Happily Ever After of Cinderella
Cinderella had always dreamt of marrying a prince. She had dreamt of nothing else since she was a small girl. Now, however, as the Prince’s wife of three days, she had to admit that the reality was not as she had dreamt it to be.
By Dionearia Red6 days ago in Fiction
Our Song. Content Warning.
Evening has given way to night. Gently, I settle next to you on the comfortable, old love seat and reach for your hand. You snatch it away, again. It cuts me to the quick, but I hide the pain, understanding that the reaction is but part of your demented state. Since the accident, your presence here in our cozy home has been clouded by a haze I can't see. Nevertheless, I feel the frigidity of your expressions and it serves as an excruciating reminder of the immeasurable distance between us.
By Dana Crandell6 days ago in Fiction