short-story
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The Price Of Being Seen ⚠️Trigger warning : body shaming and bullying The market square was busier than usual that afternoon. The air was thick with chatter, footsteps, and the smell of roasted coffee from the café.Amelia sat on a bench beneath the crooked lamppost—her usual spot—notebook in hand, pretending to write while her eyes…
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The Second Love That Lingers As I lay down to rest, I tried to erase every thought, every emotion from the day.Silence filled the room. I calmed my mind—work, people, everything—until it was empty. Comforting. And then, without warning, his name arrived. I opened my eyes and stared at the dark ceiling.Even with my eyes…
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What Is Love? The popcorn sat untouched between us, growing cold. The film flickered shadows across the room, but the only sound I heard was her soft, broken crying. “I really thought he loved me,” she whispered, twisting the tissue in her hands like it was the only thing keeping her together. “I’m so sorry,”…
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Am I crazy? Everything I touch turns toxic. Everything I do is never right.Every person who comes near me either changes… or leaves.What’s wrong with me? I’ve been fired from more jobs than I can count. I’ve lost friends, family, and relationships—each one more dangerous than the last. Eventually, I stopped trying. I was alone.…
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That One Taurus Life’s been a bit hectic lately, but I didn’t want to leave this week empty. So here’s a short piece I wrote — quick, but straight from the heart. He was just a guy — nothing special. Not the best looking, not the most desirable.Yet Jess was hooked.He was heroin, and she…
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Goodbye, Jacob ⚠️ Trigger Warning: This story contains themes of mental illness, depression, suicide, and grief. It explores sensitive topics including self-harm and emotional trauma. Please take care while reading, and know you are not alone. If you are struggling, consider reaching out to a mental health professional or support service. Goodbye, Jacob They were…
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Tabby ⚠️ Trigger Warning:This story contains themes of pet loss and grief. It may be upsetting to readers who have experienced the death of a beloved animal companion. In loving memory of two little fluff balls that stole my heart during my childhood and teenage years. And for my late Nan, who always reminded me…
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Disclaimer: This story is inspired by real experiences, but names, characters, and certain details have been changed for privacy. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.Also, this is my first blog — please be kind! 🙂 💜 ✨ The Lasting Impact of School Experiences They say not to look back —…
Louise C Kay 