Lori A. A.

Joined November 2025

112 stories

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Writer, Teacher exploring identity, human behavior, and life between cultures.

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Where Warmth Survives
Tea cup warms my hands Frost presses the cold window Breath turns into light
By Lori A. A.3 months ago in Poets
A Christmas I Didn’t Plan, But Needed
If you had asked me a few years ago what my perfect Christmas looked like, I would have pictured a loud house. Family would be talking all at once, food would take ages to cook and disappear in minutes, and laughter would fill every corner. I would have talked about the comfort of being understood without needing to explain myself.
By Lori A. A.3 months ago in Humans
Is having a boyfriend really embarrassing now?
I came across it this morning while scrolling through my phone, still half-asleep, my mind racing ahead of my thumb. “Dating men nowadays is embarrassing.”
By Lori A. A.3 months ago in Humans
IN THE SILENCE, I HEAR MY NAME AGAIN
Night wraps itself around my windowpane, reminding me of the words I never said. In the quiet, I hear my name again. You once whispered comfort when I was struggling;
By Lori A. A.3 months ago in Poets
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