Bigots
Let us dissemble the: βI donβt see colour because Iβve decided racism is mean and also please clapβ speech that Audun made the other day, okay?Β Translating that steaming…
Mandy and Francis
I sat on the carpet near his lazy-boy. He always told me his most personal truths in this position. Either looking down at me as I sat at his feet.…
The Survivor in the Stump
Somewhere between the quiet hum of summer and the whisper of the wind through the leaves, I stumbled upon a story carved into woodβa tree stump, but not quite a…
The Architect
During meditation, I heard (βOk now GO!β like my higher self was giving me a full-body green light. This is not a journal entry but a sacred spell being cast).…
Under The Surface
Fear moulds the surface, but never heals what is beneath. It just teaches kids to hide betterβto flinch faster. Not to understand, not to trust, and not to respect. Respect…
The Casualty
(Note to self:) You were never the sole casualtyβand you are not the only one he has rewritten depending on who his audience is. Let us name that phenomenon for…
A Memo Would Have Sufficed
Look, I already know what you are thinking: βYes, Melinda. He was the problem. He treated you poorly. Blah blah.β But that is not the point, is it? If I…
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Instead of giving advice or warnings, just tell them the truths you wish they would have known. Say what you could not say back then. Let them know how their…
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Write from the perspective of someone you hurt. Not their voiceβtheir thoughts. The things they would never say to you. What do they think about when your name comes up?…
Possession
What if I told you that I loved you, deeply, unconditionally & truly And I cheered you on from the sidelines, felt glee for your budding romances Provided you with…
The Snails’ Perspective
He called it a war. We called it a summer. The grass was sweet, the shade soft under thick fig leaves, and the air carried songs not meant for violence.…
Letters From The Front Lines
Summer of β22. The garden. The Great War. βΈ» Dear Human, Day 1 We noticed you planted lettuce. Bold move. We are thrilled. Love, The Snail Syndicate Dear Human, Day…