Life

Lollipop
I like sucking on a lollipop while I write because I can taste the change in the depth of the flavour depending on what I write. However, one thing stays the same: it’s always sweet. That way, it constantly reminds me to see the world on a sweeter note.
By Marianne Lee4 days ago in Writers
Uneasy
The flickering lights seemed to bounce my legs up and down. I was feeling uneasy in this room full of old magazines and a wall that seemed to have seen generations of people. There was no smell that was distinct but the queazy feeling went up to my nose and for some reason queasiness smells like the icy cold air in the morning. Everyone around me was on their phones but my mind was too busy to be looking at mine. I wore a formal outfit and I thought this kind of outfit would make me feel more confident but instead, it made me feel less than. I tried to enlarge myself in my head but it felt like trying to stretch out a rock - it was impossible. I tried deep breathing but I felt like for every anxiety I breathed out, the more anxiety I breathed in. Then someone walked in and called my name. It was now time for my job interview.
By Marianne Lee4 days ago in Writers
Foxy energy
Dark hair blowing in the wind, making love with the midnight sky. High heels so high, she moves her hips in cursive and walks in capital letters. Tight black dress to show off her voluptuous line that doesn’t know how to behave. Red lipstick looks hot enough to burn the flames. Dating apps have not worked so she decided to go out in the hottest way.
By Marianne Lee5 days ago in Writers
I met you at the grocery store
As I was walking around the grocery store, my eyes met with a guy as we were passing by each other. It was intimate. His eyes first introduced himself to me and then be slid into my mental space through my pupils. Whether I liked it or not was questionable but I didn’t hate it. After I got home, he didn’t leave my eyes. He made me feel too many things at once and later on I started bawling my eyes out. As the tears came out of the inner corners of my eyes, he slipped out too. I cried more but this time they were more tears of clarity than confusion. I needed to cry long before I met him but was too numb to it all and he made me realize that in just 2 seconds
By Marianne Lee5 days ago in Writers
Winter mornings
She felt the side of her face sinking deep into her pillow as she woke up from her slumber. It was one of those rare days where she felt well rested. She rubbed the brightness from the sun off her after she opened her eyes. The winter mornings are especially harder to wake up because that means she has to cold plunge her body into the cold air while stepping out from her warm blanket. She counted to three and quickly peeled the blanket off her. She couldn’t wait to jump into the hot shower and get ready for her day. It was going to be a good day.
By Marianne Lee5 days ago in Writers
Green
The springtime makes me think of the colour green because the green stems poke their way out of the cold soil for a nice stretch before the flowers blossom. Indie music makes me think of the colour green because it reminds me of lying on the grass, being stuck in the murkiness of green between feeling gleeful as yellow and sorrowful as blue. Then there is you. You always reminded me of the colour green because you were like the growth before the beauty like the stems of the springtime and you didn’t make me cry nor happy like the way Indie music is. Green is the colour of almost and I almost loved the colour green; I almost loved you.
By Marianne Lee5 days ago in Writers
My crush
I sat down and started writing about my crush. Words seemed to float by the true essence of his presence because describing a man is not nearly as romantic as describing a woman. There are days I wish I could invent new words just so I can feel him through these writings with better precision.
By Marianne Lee5 days ago in Writers
Lustful eyes for my lustful heart
Your eyes circled around my lips like a butterfly flying around - trying to find the perfect spot to land on. I couldn’t hide the corners of my lips from moving playfully. A smile that only comes out when you know it feels good.
By Marianne Lee5 days ago in Writers
Preservation for Eternal Impact
It is easy to feel as though most of what is said disappears. Words are spoken, written, posted, argued over, and then quickly buried beneath the next wave of noise. Attention moves on. Platforms refresh. What once felt urgent becomes invisible. In that environment, a quiet but persistent question emerges. What actually lasts. And more uncomfortably, what is worth preserving when so much seems to vanish without consequence.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast5 days ago in Writers
A Room Full of Forgotten Dreams
The room feels warm, familiar lit like candlelight, holding a forgotten youth that never was. That never was meant to be. A forgotten teddybear rest in the corner forgotten, dust on it once soft fur that was once shone so bright. It's bowtie now hanging by a single treath, had seen it's better days.
By Senkora5 days ago in Writers
Parklife
IF these walls could talk! If I was a fly on the wall! Well, I’m a talking, listening park bench. All ears, in a figurative sense.
By Keith Butler5 days ago in Writers
The Lantern in the Rain
Rain had been falling for hours over the coastal town of Bramblewood, a relentless curtain that blurred the edges of every street and alley. Lanterns hung along the cobblestones, their warm glow swallowed by the gray wash of the storm. Only a few brave souls wandered outside, huddled in coats, umbrellas, and hope. Among them was Amina, her coat pulled tight against the wind, eyes fixed on the small, battered lantern she carried—an heirloom from her grandmother, promised to “light the way when darkness falls, even if all seems lost.”
By Omid khan5 days ago in Writers