It was a mistake to desire the light, aware that it's bound to fade. It was a mistake to unshackle my binds, aware that fate commands the way. What is fortitude? Sincere belief What is belief? Glint of hope What is hope? Trojan Horse of pain Life is bland. It's as tasteful as d...

Warning: This story contains language, violence, gore and dealing with trauma. Reader's discretion is advised. “Have you been feeling alright?” “I’m alright, Mary.” “Are you sure?” “Why the sudden question?” “I am merely worried, that is all.”   A quiet drive through the gray d...

The fog By: L. F. Young 28 May 2025 *trigger warning: none *not my picture Long, has the great perilous gray hazel haze of days, been lingering over our soured heads. Bedfellow an heated lover, to these calamitous and laboriously heart wrenching misty nights. Sadness, ever at the ready with heap...

At a day I wanted to be alone. My friend insisted on sleepover. I was burdened enough to smile, heavy enough to chuckle. The night came rushing as she talked about her fantasy that barely made sense to me, as I surfed elsewhere in my mind. It was too late, and she could see me drowse. She moved to...

Judged By: L.F. Young 20 May 2025 *trigger warning: none *not my picture We judge all in the wake of day but silently reserve our own judgment only, in the deepest part of the blackest nights away… always away from those, we readily judge in the pinnacle’s hight of the noonday’s sun.

Once, I held a heart so gently that I feared the crevices of my palm are serrated enough to tear it. A soul intertwined with mine, unison that fooled angels to be one entity. Fate made us meet. Love made us kiss. Stories of youth, hugs of warmth. Childhood at adolescence, innocence at maturi...

I watch it dance The way the fire changes color it is entrancing The warm it bring The light it give The shadows It cast It speaks to my It calls for me The peace The calm It releases The illusion it give of when the flame seem to disappear then reappear It is Disturbed all I want is to be lef...

Raindrops By: L.F. Young 15 April 2025 *trigger warning: none *not my picture As a kid when it rained in the spring summer and fall. I would go, outside in those warm rainy days happily, wantonly into that lukewarm rain just, to simply lay down. Breathe it all in, feeling renewed, recreated… ...

Crossing By: L.F. Young 26 March 2025 **trigger warning: none **not my picture Question: why did the first mountain goat in the Andes Mountains, thousands of years ago, decide to cross over that dangerous ridge line? Here’s a good guess of how it went. Scene: We have a happily chancing upo...

Elephant By: L.F. Young 13 March 2025 *trigger warning: none *not my picture They. Who’ve walked, side by side with giants. Are the living, breathing, soul of the earth. And when the last one es from this reality… so too, will our humanity. We few, we very, very few. Who’ve knelt beside dyin...

From silent birth in cosmic dust, To Earth's first breath, a life robust; Yet now I watch, in mournful gaze, O'er lands and seas, now set ablaze. Where once the forests stood as guards, And oceans teemed with life in shards, Now clothes flit on gusts' embrace, And antlers rest in rando...