She doesn’t rest when the sun shines, and the days don’t count her out. One day, one evening, on no particular month, as she was parking her car..she saw a son in the night sky.

I watched Zora’s teal and pink hair sway as she painted the wall with bold strokes. The neon glow fueled her fearless spirit, igniting a thrill within me.

As the city hums with neon life, three bold figures stride forth, their vibrant hair and intricate tattoos glowing under the lights. The Flatiron Building looms like a sentinel, casting a surreal glow that pulses with their fearless energy, pulling me into a world where strength and beauty reign supreme.

I am proof that change is possible I went from being a 22 time felon never believing I was smart enough strong enough or worthy enough for anything in life but to be an addict and eventually spend the rest of my life in prison. I wanted to create a stream that brings hope and that through the power of projection and affirmation you can take control of your life and become what ever you put your mind to in life. I hope to help others through my past. So that my past may make someone's future brighter. I have some simple concepts that I think can help make you learn to love yourself again it isn't always easy but nothing worth having ever came easy. It is the things you work hard for that you respect. So it is time to work hard on yourself so that you can respect yourself and eventually love the image who looks back at you from the mirror. I hope to gain a community of survivors who inspire others and community of people going through it or someone they know is going through it.

The documents revealed a starkly different picture. Luminara Transcendence wasn't merely developing a faster-than-light drive; they were weaponizing it. The leaked schematics showed modifications to the photon lattice, adaptations that transformed the elegant scientific marvel into something far more sinister – a devastating interstellar weapon. The implications sent a cold shiver down Vance's spine. His creation, intended to bridge the gap between stars and unlock the secrets of the cosmos, was being twisted into an instrument of destruction.

To wonder in the fields, because trying again feels like we might make it this time. And quite there is no destination, however. And yet there are sown touching wonderment in all pathways.

Written while in a very dark mindset, not for the faint of heart, potentially triggering content, tread carefully

With Apologies to Edgar Allen Poe, Warner Brothers and Mel Blanc I present: The Rooster On a wint'ry weekend morning, heeding my alarm clock's warning, And as my feet reluctantly approached the chilly bedroom floor- All at once there came a ticking, as if boogers one were flicking, Wooden boogers gently clicking, clicking at my chamber door. "Just the cats" I mumbled, "with their claws upon the hardwood door. Just the cats and nothing more."

"Don't Wander Into The Forest" is a dark fantasy, horror, and paranormal story that I wish to continue as long as I got support! This story revolves around the main Protagonist, Charlotte Stone, a young girl who is cursed to see the haunted spirits of Oakheart. The townspeople are terrified of the forest that resides near their county as many missing people reports are made to those who carelessly wander deep into its shadows. Charlotte is determined to find out the cause of the people going missing, but will she be successful? Who knows...

An exploration of the cosmos within and without, and the memories and concept of doubt. A way to let go and feel free again.

The poem explores deep, quiet despair and the wish to fade away without attention. It reflects feelings of isolation and hopelessness, where comfort feels distant and unseen, and the speaker just wants peace on their own terms.

This is something I wrote about the complexities of death and the afterlife, I struggle to cope with loss, it's quite confusing, this is one of likely many poems that i will write about my pain and confusion surrounding death and loss

Dear Abigail, It is difficult for me to put into words what it meant to have you, my oldest niece, and your grandmother present when your cousin’s two-year old inadvertently knighted me with the vacuum cleaner attachment. I’m striving to remain humble in the face of the daunting responsibility associated with becoming the first “Earl of Hoovers”.

This includes mentions of SH, Blades, and Blood please do not read if you are easily triggered by these things!! You are warned!

A short time ago, an apparently despondent squirrel flung itself onto a transformer behind the building in which I work causing a major power outage lasting over 1½ days. On the first day back to work much discussion ensued over what circumstances could cause a squirrel to resort to such measures. Trouble at home; not enough nuts set aside to pay rent on the tree; suffering from some kind of terminal squirrel disease. Of course, it was all speculation.

It’s like she couldn’t get out of waiting mode. She sat at her desk looking out at the darkness, listening to the distant sound of passing cars. Bands of crickets played their music through her window as she sat silently waiting

Truth, philosophies and lies, Some harmless mental exercise. Just thoughts I’m trying on for size, Gathered here behind these eyes. A notion grows and multiplies; Conflicting choices paralyze.

Where sports are involved, I'm a firm believer in a solid knowledge and command of the basics. Shooting rubber bands, as with any big game, requires a similar background. While you are probably more acquainted with domesticated rubber bands, which are plentiful and easily captured, rubber bands in the wild prove much more elusive.

Happy Father's Day to all the dads out there, and have passed on, to all the families out there, a good dad or a bad dad. A family still isn't it without one, love/like them today, it's still their day, and here is a short story for them. (Sorry, I was late. I was busy on Father's Day and couldn't post anything early, just in case my dad saw it. Also, check out my Instagram faye_ink to see hand-drawn pictures of this story.)

Two toads emerged in my neighborhood, Seeming as different, night to day, Holding my int’rest, long I stood; One looking less toad-like than it should Rife with tendencies, it seemed, to splay. Observing the other, as it were, And no doubt owning fitted structure, Neatly assembled, as toads prefer,