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Springs Eternal
This flow requires ebb, absence marked by presence, cataclysmic love of literature, your voice still shaping me into more than Eurydice, songs
By Harper Lewisabout 5 hours ago in Poets
Unlocked: The Keyhole in His Forehead
Ethan woke up before the room did. No sound. No movement. Just a dull pressure behind his eyes, like something unfinished pressing from the inside.
By Solarynabout 6 hours ago in Horror
Songbird
Two notes Long and sharp Lower And higher Every year like clockwork Two notes Long and sharp One lower The next higher
By Alexander McEvoyabout 6 hours ago in Poets
AI vs Human Emotions
In a world ruled by technology, people trusted machines more than each other. Conversations became shorter, emotions became weaker, and slowly, humanity started fading behind glowing screens.
By Imran Ali Shahabout 6 hours ago in Poets
The Sun On My Face
In dimness I sit and wait Perhaps for the promise of inevitable fate Longing for days of sun to return Yet all I feel is the emptiness of the yearn
By Tami Bulmashabout 7 hours ago in Poets
Before & After Success
Every night, at exactly 2:17 AM, the light in his small, broken room stayed on. Ayaan sat on the edge of his old wooden chair, staring at a laptop that froze every few minutes.
By Imran Ali Shahabout 7 hours ago in Poets
How Universities Are Quietly Killing Black Student Life Without Saying DEI
Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion (DEI) is a choke hold which throttles the best minds on university campuses. It doesn’t say you’ve earned it based on merit alone but through hair texture, skin color, eye color, or other nonessentials.
By Skyler Saundersabout 7 hours ago in Critique
The Shape of What Remains. Content Warning.
The witch found Alara on a night when the city seemed to breathe. New Orleans was damp with summer heat, the kind that clung to skin and curled the edges of paper menus in café windows. Rain had just passed, leaving the streets slick and shining beneath the gas lamps. Music drifted from somewhere unseen, low and mournful, as if the city itself were humming to the dead.
By Amberabout 7 hours ago in Fiction