Imola Tóth

Joined July 2024

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I write poetry and fiction on the edge of the map when I'm not working in the forest.

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What happened to Emilia Kállay?. Content Warning.
Being thirteen is a horrendous age for a girl. Or at least, that's what we thought when Emilia celebrated her birthday. We knew the day was coming up, based on the intel we collected about her. We prepared our plan a week ahead so I could sleep over at Marvin's. We spared all the money we made from mowing lawn for this long range listening device that was advertised on Teleshop.
By Imola Tóth9 months ago in Fiction
on days like this i crawl back into my skin. Top Story - June 2025.
in the midst of trying to make a living i forgot to do exactly that - living but the universe ordered a random day off and i woke withe the first rays of the sun
By Imola Tóth10 months ago in Poets
the iron maiden
2 minutes to midnight yet I'm afraid to shoot strangers the age of innocence is all in your mind I have a burning ambition
By Imola Tóth10 months ago in Poets
strong black coffee with a splash of milk
i am a strong black coffee with a splash of milk just enough to take the edge no sugar, no honey to mask the bitterness roasting gives me rich aroma
By Imola Tóth10 months ago in Poets
today i hid in the toilet and cried
today I want to be alone but it's Tuesday 9am and I am already on the fucking field in the forest with my fucking brushing machine which
By Imola Tóth10 months ago in Poets
But how are you, really?
My ink spills 'bout me In every line — it's time to read other's tales. ~~~ I wrote this for "The 500 reads haiku challenge" by @Carolina Borges.
By Imola Tóth10 months ago in Poets
i don't want to be a mother.. Winner in Things You Can’t Say Out Loud Challenge.
I don't want to be a mother. There. I said it. I wanted children when I was a child. Before I learned what having a child really means.
By Imola Tóth10 months ago in Poets
this is my photograph of you.
He rolls his cigarette paper and looks at me like he means it. "No." "Okay. I won't." He doesn't want his picture to be taken,
By Imola Tóth10 months ago in Poets
The Forgotten Black Soldier Of The Austro-Hungarian Army
In the muddy trenches of WWI, among tens of thousands of Hungarian soldiers, stood one man who broke every expectation — not just because of his courage, but because of the color of his skin.
By Imola Tóth10 months ago in History
this is for the women who don't want to give a f*ck. Top Story - June 2025.
this is for the women who don't want to give a fuck. the women who long to get naked to the bone to be seen for who they are but never dare
By Imola Tóth10 months ago in Poets
A Resignation Letter My Younger Self Should Have Written
Dear 27-Year-Old Me, I'm writing this letter on behalf of You. Me, I mean. I am you, in the future. I'm 34, and I've been through all the things that you're going to experience. And I know exactly what's on your mind.
By Imola Tóth10 months ago in Journal
#1 or Re-Discovering Writing With Poet Rupi Kaur
I fell in love with the poetry of “insta-poet” Rupi Kaur on social media nearly a decade ago. As adult life got more and more busy, somehow life swept me away and I didn’t see much of her publications in the past years.
By Imola Tóth10 months ago in Writers