I used to hate the cracks in me. Every mistake felt like a broken tile. Every "no" from life chipped off another piece. I spent years trying to hide the gaps, painting over them like they never

No light, no motivation. Just me + this cup ☕ First sip: bitter like excuses. Second sip: warm like aunty's hug. Last sip: sweet like "I showed up anyway". The slot I tried to fill wasn't NEPA.

A corrupted god, searching for light Godfrey I thought I had fallen the moment I no longer wanted Him. God. I remember the last time I called His name, asking for a sign—if He existed at all. And He answered.

As I mentioned in a post earlier this month, I've started to slowly add some of my old, pre-September 2017 (when I joined our legacy chain) WordPress blog posts here, so they don't disappear if/when I

The prompt I put on my Hive Blog Posting Month daily prompt calendar for today is, "Visit a market & share at least 5 photos for #MarketFriday." I had grand plans of wrapping up this last

The prompt I put on my Hive Blog Posting Month daily prompt calendar for today is, "Use today's Full Moon for inspiration." Since I had so much fun doing a FlashFiction Freewrite Friday story

Today certainly didn't go as planned. I'd hoped to spend a large part of the day hanging out at Hive Fest, but my offline life decided otherwise. Between a storm that kept the power flickering for most

I cannot leave, hasten to stay I'm carved in Closer than your skin. keep me salve to my soul salvage half to my whole.

It didn't take long for the small group to pass. Only a few minutes or so from when she heard them to when their footsteps ended. Fret was still scared of letting her breath out though, even after she

The Elder tree was immense. The largest single standing tree behind the main shelf of Noble. The Royals lived among it's branches. All their generations shared and walked among the gardens there. And Trevor,

She watched as the men unloaded the boats. Fresh deliveries from the Floating cluster typically meant food or... rarer treasures. She had never been outside of Serenity, and really had never seen all of

Raster reached for another pencil. She couldn't recall where she had put the other but knew that it would be discovered eventually. She took her knife from its pocket. At least she had gotten into the

He pulled himself up from the ground where he had fallen, shook his head and put his forearm up to his nose. His entire sleeve was red with blood. Which was understandable. The head bleeds alot and he

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PxHere Grandpa Tate handed him a stick and told him to play. "It's a horse, or maybe a fishing pole. You decide." The 5-year-old examined the stick with suspect thinking it was an odd toy. "It

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