Not every pain is visible. Not every warrior carries a sword — some carry a silent heart full of storms. Every day, people wake up with invisible wounds, heavy minds, and tired souls. Yet they stand. They

In every era, we believed that evil was fading, disappearing, or losing its power… But the truth is far deeper and far stranger: Evil doesn’t die. Evil simply changes its shape. It moves from wars to minds,

This is a publication based on the suggested topic proposed in the Hive Learners community through their discord, which on this occasion is "FOR A CURE". "The more I see of man, the more

Why do you keep coming back? You still want to abuse me? What do I have that you hate so much? Don't you think you hurt me enough? You were there since I was born You were there when I was successful and

The creaking sound from the wooden stairs woke Amber from her long hours sleep. She was drenched in sweat as she gasped for air holding her chest and trying to breathe quietly. The creaks became closer

Greetings fellow musical Hivers 🤘 Hello fellow musical Hivers! 😊 It's time again of one of my favourite theme to post about and also the very first initiative I started to follow and participate in a

Image Source Honestly, I don't know what even is driving me to write this. Maybe it's just the fact that I wanted to share these thoughts with someone before realizing that I have no friends. Maybe it's

Nicht mehr als ein verständnissloses Kopfschütteln ruft @muellis Idee von einem Hit, in seinem Bekanntenkreis hervor. Egal! 😎 Dark Thoughts ist eine Punk Band aus Philadelphia, die sich unüberhörbar an

The reaper has come out to play... Fear tonight, with the moon riding high Its laughter won't escape you That bitter taste is terror, sharpening your palettes senses The time is drawing near, your paranoia

No we’re not having a going out of business sale… Yet. I keep seeing these posts that say “black lives matter” or “police lives matter.” Do they? Do individual human lives matter, Really? What does that

Dear dark thoughts why do you always lead to bad conversations why do my good memories fade away while you just stay i whish i coud just run away from you i feel like a lost child ready to give my soul