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Something's Wrong With Mindy
From the outside looking in, the Martins led the ideal life. They lived in a beautiful pale-yellow house with a perfectly manicured lawn and a variety of stunning rose bushes out front, the envy of all who saw them. They were tall, blonde, blue-eyed, athletic, and physically perfect according to society’s current set of standards.
By Shannon Hilsonabout 10 hours ago in Fiction
Sorry About That
Dear Jamie, I want to apologize for my recent behaviour and some things that got away from me. Please bear with me while I try to make amends. You obviously had no idea that I was going to write this letter to you. In fact, I don't know if you'll be able to handle everything I have to say! I hope that you'll be able to sit down as you read this email.
By Susan Neillabout 10 hours ago in Humor
If Any Of This Was You, Know That You're Not Alone
March, 2026, was oen of the craziest of months. There were so many things that happened, both personally and in the world, that it's hard to belive that everybody didn't run headlong off a cliff, holding hands, and singing seven bloody kum-bayas. That seems to be the way the world runs, at least anymore. So, let's dig into it, and if any of this was you, know that you're not alone.
By Jason Mortonabout 10 hours ago in Men
Do it Yourself
Before I decided to become an author I always imagined the hardest part or at least the part that would require the most work would be writing the book itself and then getting it published. Little did I know, the real work would begin after my book was written and published. The thing is I’m still on my book journey and I feel like I need to share with everyone the most important lesson I’ve learned on this journey is that it’s best to get the job done yourself.
By Joe Pattersonabout 10 hours ago in Journal
Chili, like in Italy
A fly whirs its wings and flies away from a flickering bulb in the corner of a hospital corridor, only to return to the same spot a moment later. The pistachio-green paint smells of newness and sterile freshness. The metal that connects lined-up chairs, obediently in a row of five along the walls opposite the consulting room doors, matches the green. It’s 8 p.m., so only one is still open. Emergency care must be accessible at any time. You never know when something might happen to you.
By George Roastabout 10 hours ago in Fiction
True Story: The Creepy Lady who tried to Open my Back Door Late at Night
I live in Denver, in a house divided into an apartment. My portion is on the far side of our shared driveway. A metal fence surrounds the property. It’s very quiet back here at the end of the street that leads into a wooded area.
By Criminal Mattersabout 10 hours ago in Writers
Your Heart Made Of Gold Is The Look My Eyes Can Always Handle
In this inhibition full of minimal grandeur, your heart made of gold is the look my eyes can always handle. Tangible things never do me the best, but when you touched my heart, I became truly blessed. My shelved life was no longer a burden; I started to look out more. I'm ready for your love to out pour.
By Arlo Wyseeabout 11 hours ago in Poets
