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Freewriters
2026-04-22 09:05
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CARRIED BY THE CURRENT OF DRIFTING~3081
A picture of me There’s a phase of life that rarely gets spoken about with honesty, that's the space where direction fades, but nothing new has fully taken its place. It’s not dramatic, it doesn’t look
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Ladies of Hive
2026-04-21 11:11
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THE 5-SECOND DECISION THAT HELPED ME TRUST MYSELF AGAIN ~285
An image of me There was a time I couldn’t trust myself, not in a dramatic way tho but in small and quiet ways that slowly add up. I would promise myself I’d wake up early, then snooze and dismiss the
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Caturday
2026-04-19 09:57
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Stray cats
pixabay On Caturday, I think about the quiet lives we ignore. Where I come from, a stray cat is rarely just a cat, it carries stories people didn’t write but somehow believe and whispers of bad luck,
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Freewriters
2026-04-19 06:56
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Not so hot as the fire didn't last
pixabay On this particular day, we were to prepare that delicacy, but Mum wasn’t around. In our heads, it felt simple, after all, we had watched her do it countless times, how hard could it be? We gathered
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Ladies of Hive
2026-04-18 07:34
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SHE STAYED FOR TOO LONG ~LOH284
Image of me I used to think staying made me strong, I stayed through the late replies I explained away, the apologies that sounded rehearsed, the silence that felt louder than words. I stayed when my friends
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Freewriters
2026-04-18 06:59
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THE QUIET POWER OF A NECESSARY LIE
pixabay The first time I lied, it didn’t feel like a sin, it felt like me being merciful. My mother stood in the doorway that evening, her eyes searching mine with a question she was too afraid to fully
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Hive Learners
2026-04-15 20:08
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THE STRENGTH HIDDEN IN SAYING “I NEED HELP”~213
pixabay We live in a world that quietly celebrates silent struggle. From a young age, many of us are taught directly or indirectly in that strength means figuring everything out on our own. So we learn
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Freewriters
2026-04-15 09:09
Published via Ecency
A QUICK NAP~3074
pixabay It was supposed to be a quick nap, you know the kind you tell yourself “just five minutes or ten minutes rest and you'll be up” after a long day, when your body feels heavier than your thoughts.
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Ladies of Hive
2026-04-14 10:12
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HERE ARE THINGS IM LEARNING ABOUT WOMANHOOD EVOLUTION
pixabay I used to think that being a woman was something you “arrive” at, like there’s a moment where you finally get it right where you become the perfect daughter to your parent, the perfect wife to
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Freewriters
2026-04-13 22:40
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A DIFFERENT KIND OF INTELLIGENCE -3072
A picture of me I used to think intelligence was just about grades, like if you didn’t score high, didn’t come out on top, then maybe you just weren’t that smart. I didn’t say it out loud, but I carried
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Ladies of Hive
2026-04-12 19:08
Published via Ecency
THE MOTHER-IN-LAW I AM BECOMING #284
A picture of me I did not learn about family from books, learnt it from watching women who never called themselves teachers, yet taught me everything. I remember my grandmother, my father’s mother sitting
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Hive Learners
2026-04-12 18:08
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A WORLD WAR
pixabay I remember the night I finally asked about the world war, it wasn’t planned. The power had gone out, and the house sat in a quiet that felt too heavy for ordinary conversation. Outside, the wind
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Freewriters
2026-04-10 09:02
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CHEAT
Grandma always counted the food after dinner. "No one cheats this house,” she’d say with warning. One night, the numbers didn’t add up but no one confessed. At midnight, I heard plates clink in the
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Ladies of Hive
2026-04-10 08:52
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REWRITING THE HABIT THAT CONTROLS YOUR LIFE
Rewriting the Habit That Controls Your Life A picture of me There’s something you do every day, softly, almost invisibly that is shaping your life more than your dreams ever have. And it doesn’t look
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Ladies of Hive
2026-04-07 06:12
Published via Ecency
I Don’t Wait to Break Before I Care for Myself
A picture of me There was a time I only paid attention to my body when it started indicating signs, during headaches, when the exhaustion settled in, when everything in me slowed down without permission,
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Freewriters
2026-04-06 20:23
Published via Ecency
Battle
The earth shook under war cries, arrows raining like fire. Pain tore through him, yet he charged, every wound fueling fury. Around him fell enemies, one by one, until the battlefield bowed to his unstoppable
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Freewriters
2026-04-06 16:16
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IN ADVANCE, MY BIRTHDAY 🎂
A picture of me... There’s something quiet about preparing for a birthday before it arrives, no candles yet, no noise. Just you, standing in between who you’ve been and who you’re becoming. The 1st of
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Freewriters
2026-04-05 17:50
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Day3064~ We need to exercise
pixabay We need to exercise, but not just our bodies The first time my body protested, I ignored it. It wasn’t loud, just a quiet resistance the kind that shows up when climbing stairs feels heavier
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Freewriters
2026-04-03 09:45
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The other daughter
A five minutes writing Splash It started with a feeling I couldn’t explain, not pain, just a quiet awareness that something about my life didn’t fit. From the outside, we were a normal family. Dinner at
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Freewriters
2026-04-02 11:13
Published via Ecency
Not very Colourful, where Quiet Things Speak Loudest
pixabay I remember the day my home room teacher told me my work lacked color, but I had spent hours on it, carefully shaping each line, pressing my pencil just enough to leave a mark that felt honest.
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