They want trauma summarized, sanitized, inspirational. I give them facts. No narration. They ask about childhood, I ask what version, The one where love was conditional or the one where it worsened? I learned to read silence before language had formed, When chaos repeats, you prepare for the storm. Trust issues? No, that’s pattern recognition, When storms repeat, you predict the conditions. Help never came, so dependence expired, Built self-reliance under pressure and fire. D

Best Mystery / Thriller Tropes, Ranked by Chaos (for me) Not all tropes are created equal. Some are comforting. Some are predictable. And some are pure chaos in the best possible way. You know, those that make you whisper “oh no” while smiling. Those that ruin your sleep schedule and feed your trust issues at the same time. I’m ranking these tropes not by popularity, but by how emotionally dangerous they are. (in my opinion). 1. The Character You Trusted Is the Problem Nothin

Morally gray women don’t exist to inspire comfort. They exist to reflect reality. Because real strength doesn’t look perfect. It looks like a contradiction. And readers don’t fall in love with flawless characters. They fall in love with the ones who scare them a little. Jane Blake is not the nice one. She is the one who knows how to survive. To manipulate. To protect. To choose the wrong thing for the right reason. And that is exactly why she works. For years, female leads w

Some dance to remember, some dance to forget; I dance to re-assemble, so I resemble, reset. Sampled breaths in loops, chopped and set to ride; My pulse keeps time, ticking on the inside; Blood learns the loop and rolls in with the tide; Lyrics feed my brain, hot soul, to-go, with a side. I two-step, clocking every bar bars like verses, bars like yards. My record spins and clears its throat my record, as in vinyl; my record, as in my soul. DJ Memory cuts deep, watch it scratch

[Verse 1] I see the city lights flicker like a loaded gun, Shadows whisper names but they ain't trustin' none. Every move’s a gamble, every step’s a play, In a world full of liars, I make ‘em pay. Suit up, mask on, watch me disappear, You think you see the truth? Nah... just smoke and mirrors. Street code, high stakes, I don’t leave a trace, No fingerprints, no names, just a ghost in the race. [Chorus] We don’t play by the rules, we rewrite the game, You think you're in contr

Mia and Jess sat cross-legged on the bedroom floor, flipping through a stack of glossy magazines. The overhead fan spun lazily, making the room feel smaller, cozier, like a bubble separating them from the rest of the world. They giggled at some celebrity’s outfit disaster, made weird quizzes to find "what color they were" or which element suited their personality" or "which celebrity loves you", the kind of mindless fun that felt infinite when you were twelve. Jess reached fo