learning to recognize your true voice: It is not the one that belittles harshly, it is not the one that confuses. Your true voice is rooted in love, of self and others. It's the one that encourages, supports, validates, and uplifts in kindness and truth. Learning to recognize your inner voice begins with small steps to set aside the voices of trauma that have ruled your mind for so long. It's choosing the softer, gentler sentence over and over and over again. This is the art of recognizing your voice. P.S. Your true voice is also humorous, sarcastic, playful, serious and every divine expression in between, and it's all yours.

Advice for for friends or best friends on how to maintain a healthy, strong bond that cannot be broken. If you'd like advice on a specific situation feel free to comment.

My experiences with toxic relationships, and the steps I took to bettering myself to become a stronger woman. This is for those who are currently in or have recently left a similar situation, and need an outside perspective to shed some light and help give a friendly push towards a better situation.

This is a short, bittersweet story about a man who misses his wife. He waits on a bench until he sees his beloved and excitedly greets her, but why won't she go with him?

This poem reflects the subtle language between my mother and I. A woman who has gone through so much often speaks with only her eyes , my poem "Sorrow" .

This is just a story based off of personal experiences and names used in the story aren't accurate to real life. Apologize to people with these names. In a way I'm using this as a way to vent my frustrations so if it doesn't make much sense that's why.

A poem dedicated to my muse. He became my favorite work of art to study, gaze at, and touch, just as I was his.

Things happen so fast, can't see the difference in the present and the past. I just hope that one day I have the chance to make it right, and tell you everything I wish I could tell you now. Don't give up!

The Unexpected Turn Pinky, an 18-year-old high school senior, lived a carefree life in the vibrant city of Mumbai. Her world revolved around school, friends, and her passion for painting. With college plans underway, Pinky's future seemed bright.

We all experience pain within life. Its not the pain that destroys you. Its your choices and what you do with it that will come back and haunt you. Go left go forward it does not matter. What way is the right way? That's the one that matters.

Heart on Ice by: Blaize On'Fyah This is an intriguing excerpt from a chapter of book two from a three book series. The series is a relationship guide and course geared to assist you in navigating through the gender wars era and into happy healthy and successful relationships. This series focuses on first loving yourself and knowing your worth!

The painful losses within addiction. Life is fleeing. Don't ever forget to cherish the moments you get with those whom you love. You never know the true value of a moment until life takes those moments away. To have a child is the greatest gift that God provided us with. To loose one while they're still alive that's a pain no words will ever be able to provide.

I'm gonna share a personal experience, don't judge me cause y'all got issues too. My rant today is about people wasting energy and getting mad at the wrong shit (in my eyes). So, a friend of one of my kids had brought some plates of food home from the holiday and such. In the fridge several days, so one night I pulled one out to see what they had. Now there's 2 nice sized pieces of cake, four layers, I really didn't want any but I LOVE cake so I tasted it. The cake was good, but the icing, which is my favorite part, was butterscotch and to be honest, I'm not a HUGE fan; however, whoever made this cake did the damn thing because it was still very good. Now, I took maybe two or three small bites, just to taste, then my child comes downstairs into the kitchen, sees the cake and then starts to eat it. We talked about how the cake is good but not a fan of butterscotch, blah blah blah.

The Frozen Pine Forest | A Pink Necromancer Microfiction | Cozy Fantasy | Gay Romance | Slice of Life

The Black Tower's Frozen Rose Garden | A Pink Necromancer Microfiction | Cozy Fantasy | Slice of Life| Gay Romance

Over time we all grow, or should for that matter, and growing apart from people seems to be a pattern. It's his fault, it's her fault, we are all to blame. Somehow, some way, we continue to experience occurrences with different people and it still results in the same thing. Is anything meant to last?

In recent years, spiritual awakenings and a notable rise in near-death experiences (NDEs) have captured global attention. These transformative events encourage individuals to seek deeper meanings in life, often leading to profound insights about love, interconnectedness, and purpose.

So this is Angel and Devil. My first ever published work that never really got off the ground, so I ended up taking it down last year. The story is a fictional BL (Boy Love) romance between an angel and a devil who come from different backgrounds in life and end up eloping. I will admit the opening of this story makes it seem like this is going to be a high-stakes fantasy story, but it's not. That's probably how it started off in early conception, but it kind of evolved into a really cute love story.

“HOW TO FORGET A GREAT LOVE” Forgetting a great love is a complex emotional process that involves time, self-compassion and conscious effort to ...

The murder of Adam Revis is a short stories about a man being murdered by his niece and how and why she did it