November 13, 2025
Waits, watching as the bright cloak of orange wraps round the scene, a comfort blanket hiding the spilt zest from the orange light.
November 13, 2025
I’m Harriet Manners — pleased to meet you, statistically speaking. I’m holding my hand out right now, so shake it.
November 12, 2025
One of my favorite genres is cozy mysteries. They’re great for a low-key read on an airplane or road trip or before turning out the light at night. But writing them can be a little tedious and challenging, because, well, let’s be honest — there are only so many kinds of mysteries to solve.
November 12, 2025
Morning. Noon. And night. The sleeves and legs ride high — a regular fit for an irregular frame. Still, it’s keen-o, he thinks. He hollers for a mirror and is obliged. Father D. should’ve seen these threads when he met me this morning.
November 11, 2025
A veterans’ home where aging grandmas tell their tales of serving when they thought women should have been at home preserving.
November 10, 2025
Kanno takes this concept and runs wild with it, creating one of the most original soundtracks in anime history and sparking the production of eight CD’s worth of music and a five disc boxset that is a must for any fans.
November 9, 2025
It’s a reminder that friendship is a safe haven, where we can be ourselves in the company of those who understand and care about us, flaws and all.
November 8, 2025
She answered with an upturned corner of faded rose lips, a smile of sorts, and transferred the shampoo bottle from my hand to hers.
November 5, 2025
Let their statues fill with dust,
while I rest my face on your shoulder
instead of cold stone feet.
November 3, 2025
Let me start with a confession: I didn’t expect to fall in love with a show that opens nearly every episode with a decomposed corpse. But Bones — oh, Bones — is not your average procedural. It’s crime-solving wrapped in anthropology, sprinkled with conspiracy theories, topped with slow-burning romances that will make you scream “JUST KISS ALREADY!”.
November 1, 2025
My vote is my privilege, my duty, my right. I need not be a man, or wealthy, or white. I just need to think and show up in November. It was not always this way. I vote. I remember.
October 31, 2025
Trigger Warning: This piece contains violence, mental health trauma, and animal harm.
He grabbed the little box, shoving garbage bags out of the way to get to it, and shouted, “Do your worst!”