The lowest of lows is a form of rebirth. Sometimes this place brings me back to moments of pure bliss and peace. I swear I can smell his cologne on the night air, and the full moon feels like a beacon of hope for what we once had. I woke up on the beach, the … Continue reading Broken and Raw… A.G 14
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Guest authors and personal shorts
Wasting my life on you…A.G 13
The constant back and forth of love and hate. I let the world disappear so I could be your anchor and supporter, and you let me sink at every opportunity—not even a gesture of help from your direction. I miss the moments that made me feel loved and cared for, like I was something other … Continue reading Wasting my life on you…A.G 13
Costly choices at every turn – E.M
Ok, any help with organizing my time better would be greatly appreciated. My part-time job and school take up good chunks of my week and alternate weekends. My free time is fairly limited, and lately, it's being ruined by constant thoughts about work issues or the newest material to study. Like, I can't shut my … Continue reading Costly choices at every turn – E.M
I’m scared…but I’m still here. E.M
I'm essentially taking over space for a project I'm currently working on. While A.G and Tea Time Writer are still working behind these scenes on a special project coming out later this year, I will be here dropping off a few short stories and my own angst. Right, Best get on to it! I'm in … Continue reading I’m scared…but I’m still here. E.M
Twisted Souls…PT4 by A.G
A box with a handwritten manuscript and a blank journal, and another with a silver necklace adorned with purple beads and a crescent moon as its base. A weird combination, and from who? Clara rolled her eyes at the items after looking them each over and verifying no other contents were in the boxes. Well, … Continue reading Twisted Souls…PT4 by A.G
Twisted Souls … PT3 by A.G
"Most people wake up thinking about how beautiful the day is going to be… me, I wake up thinking how am I going to pay my bills this week." Facts, my friend. As the bus approaches the curb, I close my book and stuff it in my bag. I don't have time to think about … Continue reading Twisted Souls … PT3 by A.G
Thinking out loud 