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What Rage Feels Like
"Majority Fools" What's good for the goose Is good for the gander Wrap my neck in a noose From all that damn slander What is good for one Is not good for all Different lives are spun Before we even start to crawl I can talk and talk Until I'm blue in the face But your guidelines are chalk That you refuse to erase Singular in mind Solitary in view Keep on being confined By everything you thought you knew A line in the sand So easy to cross But your high demands Mean endless lives are lost But we have this system That's confounding to me It leaves so many victims So much for "land of the free" But this is what happens When you go by majority rules Peoples lives are blackened Because the majority are fools
By Hannah Alexander22 days ago in Humans
Speaking to Time Instead of the Room
Much of modern communication is oriented toward immediacy. Writing is framed as something meant to be consumed quickly, reacted to instantly, and replaced just as fast by whatever comes next. Under this model, the value of a piece is measured almost entirely by its initial reception. If it does not land immediately, it is treated as a failure. This assumption narrows the purpose of writing and misunderstands how meaning actually travels through time.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast22 days ago in Humans
Kelly Clarkson and the Quiet Strength Behind Her Voice
Some voices feel like they grew up with us. They show up during long drives, quiet heartbreaks, and moments when we needed courage but did not know where to find it. Kelly Clarkson is one of those voices. She did not arrive as a distant star. She arrived as a real person, standing on a small stage, nervous, hopeful, and honest. Over the years, her music has carried stories of love, loss, faith, anger, and healing. This article looks beyond the spotlight. It explores how Kelly Clarkson built a career rooted in truth, how her struggles shaped her songs, and why her voice still matters in a world that often feels too loud and too quick to forget real emotion.
By Muqadas khan23 days ago in Humans
(from my dream imagination)
My work blends experience, dreams, intuition, memory, and imagination. These stories, reflections, and creative pieces come from my personal point of view and artistic lens. They may read as truth, metaphor, fairy tale, or grounded reality sometimes all at once. Any depictions of adult themes, including alcohol or cannabis use, appear only as part of character experience and storytelling. Nothing here is intended as instruction, advice, or recommendation. This is my voice, my vision, and my way of seeing the world.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 24 days ago in Humans
Memory Snapshot: Inner Core Wound Triggered
Memory Snapshot: Inner Core Wound Triggered (Draft version) Friday February 21, 2025 I arrive to work super excited for work today. It’s approximately 2:55 p.m. when I’m due in at 3 p.m. I head back to the meat department to do my demo. As I enter the locker, I’m surprised to see no one in the locker except an older meat cutter who is finishing cleaning the locker. I greet him and he says: I’m glad to see you. Which coming from him it felt like performance.
By Chelsea DeVries24 days ago in Humans
The Night Everything Shifted
The Night Everything Shifted The night everything shifted did not announce itself. There was no thunder, no dramatic phone call, no moment that begged to be remembered. It arrived quietly, the way most real changes do—wearing the disguise of an ordinary evening.
By Story Prism25 days ago in Humans
Love Between Two Enemies Part Seven
The Cost of Saving Her Ethan Ashford became a ghost overnight. Not officially—his name was still on buildings, still whispered in financial circles—but something fundamental had shifted. The man who once walked into rooms and bent them to his will now moved through the city like someone marked.
By Ahmed aldeabella26 days ago in Humans
Love Between Two Enemies Part Four
Secrets Don’t Stay Buried The photograph felt heavier than paper. Ethan stared at it under the dim light of his office, long after midnight had swallowed the city. Two men stood side by side, their hands clasped in a firm handshake—smiles restrained, eyes calculating.
By Ahmed aldeabella26 days ago in Humans
Love Between Two Enemies Part Two
Lines Drawn in Blood --- PART TWO – LINES DRAWN IN BLOOD Some wars were loud. They came with shouting, gunfire, headlines splashed across newspapers. Others were quieter—waged in boardrooms, whispered threats, contracts signed in ink that carried more poison than blood.
By Ahmed aldeabella27 days ago in Humans
