Lori A. A.

Joined November 2025

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Psychological analysis | Identity & human behavior | Reflection over sensationalism

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WHAT WE LOST STILL FINDS ITS WAY HOME
I thought I had let the ache wander away, buried it deep, closing that chapter for good. But what we lost somehow always finds its way back.
By Lori A. A.3 months ago in Poets
Where Yesterday Still Breathes
I keep returning to the road I should not take, even though every sign tells me that time has closed that door, the heart remembers more than it can break.
By Lori A. A.3 months ago in Poets
The Sword of Damocles
Let me ask you something. Be honest, even if you only answer in your own mind: Have you ever dreamed of living someone else’s life, only to later realise you were blessed not to?
By Lori A. A.3 months ago in Humans
The Road Less Travelled
There is a path that curves where no maps point, a quiet turn past the signs you know, a narrow path where few who are afraid will go,
By Lori A. A.3 months ago in Poets
One-Sided Love Is Slow Suicide
You keep giving, and they just keep taking. You hold onto hope, but they drift away. Yet somehow, you still call that love.
By Lori A. A.3 months ago in Poets
What Echoes Never Let Us Leave. Top Story - December 2025.
The memory of you returns though the years have passed away, my heart still calls out your name. Some shadows hold on to the last bit of light.
By Lori A. A.3 months ago in Poets
The Vaulted Silence
For seventeen years, I stayed away from the room at the top of our family home in Nashville. Then a death, a key, and a fragile recording finally made me enter the memory my family tried hardest to forget.
By Lori A. A.3 months ago in Fiction
The Barber, the Butcher, and the Bone
One quiet morning in a small old village, the butcher opened his shop as usual. The sun was just coming up, and the smell of fresh cuts filled the air while he sharpened his knives. He had done this for years, and his hands moved with the steady confidence of someone who knew his craft well.
By Lori A. A.3 months ago in Humans
The Cleanest Person in the Middle Ages Would Still Smell Bad Today
Think about this for a moment. Picture yourself not showering for a whole week. Now, imagine not showering for an entire month.
By Lori A. A.3 months ago in History
What If Winter Never Ended?
We complain about broken heaters today; our ancestors didn’t even have windows. Have you ever stepped out of a hot shower in winter and felt that sharp, stabbing cold that makes you question all your life choices? Now imagine that feeling 24/7, inside your own house, with no way to escape it.
By Lori A. A.3 months ago in History
The House That Rearranges Itself
Mara realised something was off about the house when she went to find the kitchen and ran into a wall instead. She paused in the front hall doorway, still holding her suitcase, and stared at the faded wallpaper in front of her.
By Lori A. A.3 months ago in Fiction
Life Happens For Me, Not To Me
For most of my life, whenever something went wrong, my first thought was, “Why is this happening to me?” It didn’t matter if it was something big, like missing out on an opportunity I really wanted, or something small, like missing the bus or having plans fall apart at the very last minute. I often believed that life was working against me instead of with me.
By Lori A. A.3 months ago in Motivation

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WHAT WE LOST STILL FINDS ITS WAY HOME

Where Yesterday Still Breathes

The Sword of Damocles

The Road Less Travelled

One-Sided Love Is Slow Suicide

What Echoes Never Let Us Leave. Top Story - December 2025.

The Vaulted Silence

The Barber, the Butcher, and the Bone

The Cleanest Person in the Middle Ages Would Still Smell Bad Today

What If Winter Never Ended?

The House That Rearranges Itself

Life Happens For Me, Not To Me

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