A small tale of a gingerbread cookie. Full of warmth for the season, adventure, and excitement. I wrote this as a student writer.

Night drapes itself over December like a velvet cloak stitched with silver, and I sit before the Christmas tree as though before some gentle altar, its lights blooming softly like tiny hearths of heaven.

“A raw, emotional journey through judgment, loss, and isolation told through vivid journal entries. From the heartbreaking day a mother’s children were taken, to the crushing silence of an empty home, and finally the slow climb toward hope and healing. This series reveals the struggle behind closed doors and the resilience that rises from brokenness.”

She once thought Matt was the best thing that ever happened to her—handsome, proper, adored by everyone who met him. But in the privacy of marriage, his tenderness soured into control, cruelty, and quiet humiliation. Still, she loved him. Or thought she did. Until the night she realized she wanted something else: power.

This is a deeply emotional poem. Trigger warning: vague mention of depression, body dismorphia, and an eating disorder

1. Welcome to My Vault: A Writer's Introduction I am from Canada, and I have been a writer for almost a decade.

This story is about a creature that does it's best to please everyone, yet has no one to depend on. Creature is all alone in a world full of people it helps. Trigger warning: !!!!! SUICIDE WARNING MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOME VIEWERS !!!!!

just rants Abt fandoms so I can get a test run on how this whole website works and if its litget don't mind spelling

Just a thought on combating jealousy and envy in an uncomfortable situation for some people. Remembering to always enjoy the good, and embrace the bad.

In the pre-conciliar era, Pope Benedict XV condemned the tenets of Communism in 1920 with Bonum Sane. In 1937, Bl. Pius XI explicitly condemned Communism with Divini Redemptoris. In 1949, under Ven. Pius XII, a dubia was issued on Communism.

Fr. Gabriele Amorth was known as the Pope’s exorcist, serving as the exorcist in the Diocese of Rome, which falls under the Pope’s jurisdiction as the Bishop of Rome. He served under Popes John Paul II, Benedict XVI, and Francis. Fr. Gabriele Amorth wrote a book called “An Exorcist Explains the Demonic: The Antics of Satan and His Army of Fallen Angels.” ​ One of the things we experience in life is suffering: physical, emotional, psychological, spiritual, etc. However, Christ is Our Savior. He prevailed against sin and death through His sacrifice on the Cross and His resurrection. Also, He gave more than just giving life after death and opening Heaven.

My children no longer come to my house and this year is the first they haven't invited me to theirs.

This is a poem about my story. It's about how everyone else never sees the real me. I have been just surviving pretty much my entire life, so I wanted to express how that usually goes with the rest of the world. I struggle to open up about the real me, so it's as if I am just faking everything most of the time, but that's how I keep myself from losing more people.

Over wondered how American food culture became what it is now? Well you're in the right place! In this essay, we talk about how much it's changed and what factors helped shaped what it is today.

This stage in life was promised to me by the older women of my youth, the confidence that I searched for then, is only earned through time.

This world, it defies every law of physics I can think of, even quantum mechanics I hear my name Spoken in a thousand voices– But also, one Muffled, barely there, unable to cross the emptiness of space, but only muffled by the thick waters These worlds, overlapped

Winter is one of my favorite months, but this year i5 is colder than I remember. It's terrifying how much can change within a year

Everyday I wonder more and more if I was made to be loved, will I ever be ok. Will my mind stop deteriorating, will I stop ripping my own heart to pieces? Vomit will cover my bathroom floor

Only in death will you find blood, maggots and the stink of a dead body beautiful. The decompression on a living being will only server in your nightmares (Art done by me)

https://open.spotify.com/track/5UJD2UkKSsRYeyii3MdRhp?si=QY5IJMzbTdiRar2KpllaDQ This and a summer night and soon you will understand