Cristal S.

Joined February 2025

72 stories

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I've noticed that when I follow the path I enjoy most, I often end up swimming upstream. So here I am, right in the middle of it – writing about it all and more. ♡

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Hollow
A crowd surrounds me. I scream for help. Empty eyes in trance look through me.
By Cristal S.4 months ago in Poets
It Tasted First
Freezing lick on toes. Cold fingers creep up my feet. They squeeze―pause―and yank!
By Cristal S.4 months ago in Poets
Visitor
Giggle of a child wakes me up. I live alone. Her eyes―inch from mine.
By Cristal S.4 months ago in Poets
My Flame. Runner-Up in Lantern Light Challenge. Top Story - October 2025.
There is this light – this lantern. One golden flame I always turn to. It’s got carvings, it draws patterns on the walls
By Cristal S.4 months ago in Poets
Miss Me?
Hello, you abominable creature, I will not forgive, and I'll never forget. . Recall the night? The rain poured ruthlessly, and the wind gave no mercy. Yes, that very same.
By Cristal S.4 months ago in Fiction
Wild Thyme
My homemade Italian tiramisu cake. While making it earlier I didn’t know what’s at stake. Later you revealed it’s your all-time favourite dessert,
By Cristal S.4 months ago in Poets
Interchangeable. Top Story - October 2025.
Instead of her usual dry red, Lara paced back and forth with a glass of whiskey in hand, impatiently waiting for the answer. There was no turning back now. So, she concentrated all of her charm, which usually worked like magic on other people, to convince herself that she was not a bad person. She needed to. The evidence–pointing its big, fat finger at her in the form of a text thread–stared back from her phone, judging her, making that job harder than she wanted to.
By Cristal S.4 months ago in Fiction
Nothing to See
* * * Nothing for the eyes. Rancid smell of fresh decay tells on nearing end. * * *
By Cristal S.4 months ago in Poets
The Last One
🍂 Last speck of colour got ripped away from the branch. Wind announced winter. ❄️
By Cristal S.4 months ago in Poets
Much Too Young. Top Story - September 2025.
You know what, Gene? He has now pushed me to my limit! Yeah, it’s not the first time you've heard it. But it is the last! This whole thing has become just ridiculous!
By Cristal S.5 months ago in Fiction
Forever in the Shadows
*** Your fingertips stroking my cheeks, my neck. They’re gently running down my trembling arm. The storm. The quiet. The thunder. The calm.
By Cristal S.5 months ago in Poets
Ashen Days
A void surrounds my being now, horizon set as destination, I’ll figure out it all somehow. I ain’t yet in the shining white
By Cristal S.5 months ago in Poets