Sarah’s voice shook as she spoke. She was standing face-to-face with someone she had known her entire life. A person who had haunted her thoughts for ages, because they had made a mistake. An obviously avoidable and mind-boggling stupid… mistake. And all Sarah could do was watch.

Not anymore.

"You… let them… slip away," she accused, her tone sharp with frustration. “From the moment he smiled at ...

Claire stood at the old park bench, her heart pounding as she saw Jake approaching. It had been months since their last bitter exchange, and the weight of unresolved anger hung between them like a storm cloud.

"Jake," Claire's voice was steady but cold. "We need to talk."

Jake's face was a mix of regret and defiance. "I figured you'd come eventually."

"Why did you lie to me about the project?" ...

I find myself at the entrance of the house where I grew up, my heart racing fiercely. The home that served simultaneously as a refuge and a cage appears untouched after 12 years since I was forced to leave on my 18th birthday. Its light blue paint is still peeling, and the porch continues to groan under weight. Drawing in a deep breath for courage, I press the doorbell.

The sound of a haunting la...

What if Sarah never recited the words from the labyrinth?. What if she excepted his love and joined jareth at his castle?.

Jareth sweeped Sarah off her feet and kicked the door open. He was the man every girl dreamed of, he was charming, powerful, and caring. She giggled her feet curling up from the tension between them. Jareth had layed her down softly on his bed. Her head resting onto the pillo...

"He's not real, Casper!" the words leave my lips in a frustrated shout.

I know I should speak calmly but I just can't.

"Don't you think if God was real he wouldn't think it's a sin just to love a boy?" my voice wavered, and i cupped his face with my hands.

Watching the way he tensed, Casper's fingers itched to grab the cross that dangled from the chain around his neck.

I wanted to rip it off o...

My fingers anxiously drum against my thigh, eyes scanning the horizon for her, back and forth, back and forth. The waiter comes back for a third time, this time not so subtly hinting that it’s time for me to order. To appease him, I ask for a salad.

“What kind?”

“Any kind. I don’t care.”

I barely notice him walking away in a huff, still searching the crowds. I do notice the shake in my hands ...

So this is my way of calling people out without actually calling people out. I have AI generated a poem just for the sneaky “writers “ of the world. i’m sure you guys will be able to tell the difference in this poem compared to my actual poems. Everyone knows when something is AI generated… Just saying.

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In a land where writers weave their dreams,

With pens and paper, plots, and schemes,

There...

I didn’t ask to be born,the pain in me is present today,empty,hollow,crippled over,dirt.

Explode is something I never do,implode alone,crying out to you but I don’t want you to hear,muffled me.

Generational trauma,life on a knifes edge. I need safety,something you could never give.

I want to talk but I’m not able to be heard,alone always

When you were young your parents broke you

When I ...

The Golden One, she was called. It suited her. With gold, glowing hair cascading down her back, bright and warm sun-kissed skin, and emerald eyes that shone as bright as gold, that never dared to look away. She was a vision. A vision that made my stomach turn.

She entered the dark, oval-shaped office with her chin reaching the sky. It was a wonder the crown did not fall from her head, it was hel...

“You have stolen from me. You have deprived me of a happy existence. Do you understand what that felt like? To have your vulnerability ripped from you, your innocence stolen. What was it that went through your mind? Was it that, ‘She’s young, naive, defenceless?’ I bet that’s what you thought.

“‘Pray for me to sink my teeth into’. What did I do wrong? Were my shorts too short? Were my pigtails to...