Feelings

Pain. Misery. Sorrow. Mud. All the old containers that I fill with my past. You can find them on the third floor under my bed....

Imperfect

At a point in my life I had an insecurity: my body. The constant “checking” in the mirror. Had I gained weight? Did I look the way I am supposed to? I knew for a fact that I did not look like the girl...

Summer Carnival – A Short Story

Trigger warning This story contains topics that might be triggering to some readers as it mentions behaviors associated with an eating disorder. Please be mindful of these and other possible triggers,...

The Recluse and The Fugitive

He does not know which year it is, so it would be farcical to assume he knows what day of the week it is, but what he does know is that it’s a nice day. The ideal day for a morning walk with this humi...

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