----------- Hamilton -------- eliza's pov

I put myself back in the narrative,

A quiet hand rewriting time.

For years I stood, a shadowed figure,

A footnote to his rise and climb.

He wrote, he fought, his words were endless,

A story woven, bold and loud.

But I was there, behind the pages,

Unseen beneath the cheering crowd.

I loved him once—a love relentless,

A fortress built, then...

Sometimes I feel like I’m insane,

Like I’m speechless, nothing to say.

Nothing to lose,

Nothing to gain.

Then I realize it’s in my brain,

No matter what I take I’m stuck in pain,

I don’t want to feel anymore,

Don’t want to feel a thing,

A girl can only take so much,

Until she must explode,

She will surely meet her judge,

And be fully exposed.

I know that it’s all in my head,

But it still doesn’...

At some point, we’ve gotten together, never knowing it would be the last time.

Our bikes, which we used to ride through the neighborhood, now collect dust in our basements

Or collect rust outside.

The basketball we played with, shooting hoops down at the park

We used to stay out all day long, never wanting it to get dark.

Talking on the landline led to laughter on the phone,

Sneaking around...

“How do you do it?”

He looked startled. “Do what?”

“Just…create. Something out of nothing. There aren’t many people who can do that, you know. Gods, parents, and artists.”

“Poetic” Alex laughed quietly, and he joined her. But it slowly faded into a frown. “I’ve always thought it had to do with feeling. Empathy, you know? And an unhealthy love for story.” Ty winced. “Sorry, you don’t want to hear a...

"I've known you since college. We moved in together in a house that I bought, with you promising to pay for half of the mortgage and half of the utilities. I've been paying everything, feeding you, keeping the roof over our heads and you're telling me that I'm stressing you out?" I looked over the table at Bella, anger bubbling to the surface with everything that's happened.

"Well, i've been hel...

I thought you were my friend

But you stabbed me in the back

You could have had anyone of them

But you had to end up with him

What’s it like to have all the boys

Falling at your feet everywhere you go

Cause you took the one that I wanted

You knew what you were doing too

Who cares about anyone else’s feelings

It’s not like I mattered to you anyway

I cherished our friendship for so long

Bu...

The end of an era between friends can be a bittersweet experience. It often signifies a significant change, such as moving to different cities, life milestones like graduating, starting new jobs, or even shifting dynamics within the group. This transition can evoke a mix of emotions, including sadness for what is ending and excitement for what lies ahead. Here are some thoughts on navigating this ...

"A dollar fifty??"

Oscar held the bottle in his hand in the general store, looking at the label and back at his friend, Beau. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the bottle and then back to the shelf, comparing the prices on the bottle he held with the others. 1.50$ on both. Oscar sighed, digging into his pockets.

"thats a whole fifty cents more than it used to be.."

Oscar groaned, pulling out 50...

This is it

Time to go our seperate ways

I’ll miss all the memories

and all our laughs from these days

Our path’s don’t involve each other any longer

but thats nothing to be sad about

We’ve been through wars and bliss

None of that will be tossed out

From the mistakes we made together

to the days we felt like kings

I can’t lie this does sting

and I’m afraid it won’t get better

From kids that were...

Harriet had never felt old until the man younger than her died in the room next to Betty’s. She was young at heart. She dyed her hair, kept up with the changing times, and knew how to reset the WiFi. She was hip and had never broken a hip.

Then Betty was put in the hospice home. It was a nice place, Harriet supposed. Quiet and sterile during visiting hours, except for when another patient had an ...