Indeed, a smile can be found behind every typed word. Whatever heartquakes may come, that shatters the delicacy of the soul. Or the flood of tears parading down your face, Our hands can be the umbrella

A morning filled with anticipation, watching crypto prices. The price falls. So do the crystals forming in my eyes. You know, just doing the usual. Source: Authors Note: This is apparently an average day

I love pluots, but the name makes my nose flair. It makes me reminisce. I daydream about the sound of uneating fruit the tingling taste lingering on my tongue. Or the sound of something squishy, plummeting

Authors note: Finally upload some of my art to the blockchain. I've always been a fan of pen and ink. It's nice to do a small illustration for a change. It's not my usual over-the-top oddball fantasy style

An endless, vast sea. Two lovers rock in the middle of the ocean. A bond, only held by a tie. I wriggle lose from my confines, and the darkness in front of my eyes fades. But then, there's you. Struggling

Parenting is an art. Likewise, so is origami. You take the basics, and you fold. Then you give up. You chuckle to yourself and fold again. You sit, and you learn. Parenting is much like origami. Gentle

A knife swings from delicate hands. Her mind drifts while she cuts. A string of hearses passing by. She’ll take the chance. Another Lemon and a firm hand grasps her from behind. "Martha." He

With the help of my friend @DamianJayClay I've been learning the basics of Magic the Gathering. (at least much more than the fact the name of the game sounds like it should be part of the Lord of the Rings

A kid sits alone, waiting for the bus. The child sits faithfully. It was their duty to finish the last sentence of what would become a short story. Or perhaps, a script of sorts. After a pause, they begin

Gender identity: It's not about being super feminine, or super masculine. It's about what we truly are inside; in our heart. It's about who we feel we are, and how we feel we should be treated as.It's

Hope I didn’t turn too sour, And scare ya off. Tangle sour? Never. She’s far too sweet. (so she claims.) It’s like cooking. All we need now, Is somebody bitter. Then we’d have all the tastebuds covered.

“Normal” is highly over-rated. To be a creative, is to be completely insane. We're writers. Nothing is normal. If your Google search history doesn't worry people, you're doing something wrong. Photo by

Life shatters all expectations. I was a little girl once. I wore skirts and dresses with frills. I played with dolls and on the playground I would play hand games with the other girls. I still remember

The Steemiverse: the final frontier. These are the voyages of the Reader Ship Flying Wardrobe. Its mission: to seek quality content in the Stream of Steem. To curate unknown writers. To boldly upvote posts

I'll admit, this is an obvious shill but I see a need for it. First off, I'd like to apologize for my absence. School got in the way and I hope to be in full swing soon. Okay, now onto the server. I've

I don’t want to hurt anymore. I firmly grasp the electric blue ball in my palms. I must make the choice. To live me life with this, or continue as normal. Normal is too much pain, but I am scared to move.

Plot: Sylver is on a bus to the other world. A kid is driving. Melted buildings fly by. She has escaped common society plagued with infection. Only she knows that she is infected too. Introspection. Her

Space, the final frontier. Engines at the ready. The captain surges forward in his seat, clutching the leather armrests. The dreaded red suit is donned. Kiss your wife and life goodbye. The crew steps

I'll admit, I'm nervous about this. I don't know if I want to do this. Then again, the whole point is to be uncomfortable. I don't talk about this much. I was inspired by @thekittygirl to write about my

For maybe the past week, I've been struggling with digital art. We all know how unhelpful youtube tutorials are. Seriously, there's a difference between speedpainting and a tutorial; back to my point.