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Dear Reader,
Welcome to my collection of journals, articles, diaries, short stories, and more. This is a treasure trove from an author—or rather, a humble writer—whose penmanship was previously tucked away and is now ready to emerge.
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A Poisonous Game
Electric Hearts: The room was filled with an electric hum, the kind of tension that seemed to make the air thicker, harder to breathe. Journalists stood in clusters, cameras at the ready, microphones poised, all eyes trained on the two figures who sat across from each other on stage. The distance between them wasn’t much, but it felt like miles. Or maybe just inches.
By llaurren's readsabout a year ago in Chapters
Lustre
Lustre was at the height of their fame—a group synonymous with charm, talent, and impeccable harmony. Asaiah had always been the quiet one, the steady foundation holding them together while the others shone brighter. But what she lacked in flashiness, she made up for with her resilience and quiet brilliance.
By llaurren's readsabout a year ago in Chapters
A Home Without Walls
Asaiah sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the ceiling. The faint hum of the ceiling fan matched the rhythm of her thoughts—whirling, repetitive, endless. She had always thought of this house as her safe place, her sanctuary. It had taken years for her to realize it wasn’t a home, not for her, not really.
By llaurren's readsabout a year ago in Chapters
Between the Last Breath and the Next. Content Warning.
The wind carried her words like whispers through the trees, scattering them into the open, empty sky. She sat on the edge of a worn gravestone, her fingers tracing the faint etchings of a name long eroded by time. The stone was cool beneath her touch, grounding her as her thoughts meandered between questions and confessions.
By llaurren's readsabout a year ago in Chapters
Unorthodox Release. Content Warning.
The pressure had taken everything from her—her strength, her resolve, her will to keep fighting. It pressed against her chest like a vice, squeezing the air from her lungs until even breathing felt like a battle she wasn’t sure she wanted to win. She didn’t want to endure anymore. She didn’t want to carry this weight.
By llaurren's readsabout a year ago in Poets
