The Minimalist Lifestyle Community Prompt

Hace dos años y medio me lancé al mundo de la fotografía sin maestros, sin talleres, sin referentes cercanos. Sólo con intuición, curiosidad, y una necesidad intensa de capturar lo que para otros puede

ficción breve basada en el prompt "Cabeza en la pared" / Short fiction based on the prompt “Head on the door.”

Teniola woke up feeling tired due to the stress she went through yesterday trying to ensure her traditional wedding preparation was going as planned. Every effort to make her sit and relax at home failed

Mi hijo cumplió sus 25 años. Un día antes en la noche, el me preguntó qué estaba haciendo yo el día antes de mi cesárea, justamente a esa hora de la tarde en que hablábamos. Le dije la verdad. -Hijo: yo

The emptiness had a hum. A low, synthetic drone that vibrated from the floor, through the soles of her boots, and settled in the hollow space where a soul should be. It was the same frequency as the crimson

Her refusal to call Mio by her name went beyond simple rudeness.

The purpose of perpetuity Traveling between dimensions Freedom rings In realms unseen Sordid symmetry Tears at me Despondency Won’t leave me be Desolate Removed Watching for something I never found Will

The Thrum of Kalon is an Acrostic poem, inspired by the word Kalon which means 'beauty that is more than skin-deep.

I am always careful with what I do or say around kids because you can never be too sure of what’s going on in their heads. Their innocent faces can be deceiving, and some adults fall for the tricks kids

@mariannewest’s Daily 5 minutes message: Sacrifice the lettuce!

Tears. They stung the back of her eyes until she couldn't pretend to be adjusting her artificial lashes anymore. One slid down the corner of her right eye, trailing her chubby cheek and stopping only at

Mr Justice is a wrestler who went abroad to promote his career but his wife mistook him for a run away father. His wife thought he left her by herself with two toddlers to care for intentionally as the

Hello everyone Kemi, a fervent Arsenal fan from Lagos, draped his room in red and white, his expectation for the 2025-26 Premier League season as bright as the Emirates’ floodlights. He’d grown up idolizing

Let’s Make It Official If I could make any holiday real, I’d call it “Don’t Ask Me For Nothing Day.” One day a year where everybody agrees to mind their own business. No favors. No chores. No fake urgency.

Holiday Launch There’s no parade. No fireworks. Just a quiet alert that pops up once a year: “Today is Backup Your Brain Day.” No one knows who started it. Some say it was a rogue neuroscientist. Others

The sands of time is a poem that attempts to capture a snippet of the mystery of the echoes of time.

She let the last bubble of air escape her lips, a final, fleeting ghost of her terrestrial life. Her eyelids were heavy, sealed not by pressure, but by choice. The world she was leaving behind—a world

Humans are wired to their environment; this connection happens naturally and influences our thoughts, emotions, and behaviors. The environment we live in determines so many things about us, and it’s one

A wintry chill lingers in the air, the temperature dropping to sub zero as had become routine of late. Mocking amused laughter broke into the air, the sound echoing off of the outdoor structure as if it