My ancient limbs are wearyTimewornFrom trying to walk on waterBut I am able enoughTo leave a footprint in the sandBefore the tide returns again I am not deaf or blindMy eyes can hear the soundOf a merciless warShredding families apartThe nation’s folks areCrying rivers of tearsWhich are spirituallyFlooding their sacred towns

“Here you go!” I look up to see Jessica in front of me; she holds two tall glasses of iced frappe coffee with straws in her hands. Her left hand extends to offer one of them to me, which I accept in silence. She sits in the hammock chair opposite mine and sips her coffee ...

Content warning: This story contains Restricted (R) content, including intense violence, physical abuse, and trauma. This story is written for an adult audience. Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction, as none of the content is my original work. The characters are created by Stephen King and J.R.R Tolkien. The content belongs to MGM and ...

Once we arrive at the path leading up to Jessica’s house, I can see the clear blue ocean below the hill, with the olive trees dotting the beach. My mind tries to remember when I saw and smelled them. But the recent revelation overshadows any calm I felt before it. We enter Jessica’s glass house ...

Content Warning: This story contains Restricted content including intense violence, physical abuse, traumaThis story is written for an adult audience. Savior The end was drawing near for Carrie White. Pitch black enveloped her with enough intense strength to surround her. It suffocated Carrie, this advanced darkness. It began to fill the depths inside and embraced ...

Do you know how to survive life as a woman? This poem can help.

You! It’s time to take coverBeware! Shadows have changed colourAnd are reaching across the groundCrying to the world, “It’s time to turn around” Shadows have learned to crawl and walkIn the daylight they brawl and talkShadows are tired of being ignoredAnd eager to leap off the billboardsShadows will arise and fight the evil warlordsAnd liberate ...

I fail to notice that I have fallen bottom first on a rock with my legs stretching out; the shock is immense. I sit in a daze while Jessica Galton and Fizz look at me. After a minute of silence, Jessica Galton smiles at me and says, “I’m sorry for the unexpected surprise; this is ...

Three generations lived together under one roof as one. Then the youngest challenged the ways of the oldest. They reached no reconciliation. So, they separated – with torn hearts. A death brought them together again. At the funeral, the mind of the oldest and youngest recognized how it was, too late to live as ‘One’. ...

As rain drip drops in the woods, it fills my vessel. Nourishing leaves and roots, the pitter patter talks to me. And arouses sweet memories of MartaDi- my American born sister from another mother. She and I, swung this swing together. We crackled, rejoiced, and felt free to share our fondest little truths. She described ...