Senkora

Joined November 2025

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The Words That Shaped Your Identity Without You Realizing It
It starts when we grow up and, we are told the first lie, the first label we give ourselves, and what makes us stop. Be realistic, and then think from who it comes. Imagine the time someone told you, that, are they succesful? Our did their face's look tired, burned out, where they perhaps in a position in where they where content but, never satisfied.
By Senkoraa day ago in Confessions
The Mittens
I found my old mittens inside a box, and it smelled like the past again, that moment from so many years ago when everything seemed so much simpler.
By Senkora8 days ago in Wander
Inspireless
Today, I hit that familiarty once again any writer know about The bottomless inpsirationless pit, where everything seems dull and, overly done.
By Senkora15 days ago in Confessions
Paper Towel Society
Today, I woke up feeling like so many others, dreadful and, feeling hopeless. Like I have no future left living for. Scrolling through the news, the media, the socials the same horrors kept appearing, repeated endlessly:
By Senkora22 days ago in Humans
His Mind
I started to wonder his mind, not invited. I had found my access to it. I had admired and, been with this man for a long time and, I admired him for a very long time.
By Senkora27 days ago in Humans
I Have a Confession To Make
From the moment it started I hated you, no not disliked but, hated you. Deeply dispited you. You where wanted, wanted in this world.
By Senkora29 days ago in Confessions
Her Last Smile. Content Warning.
I cannot say for certain when it started our when it ended. Only that I end up killed her. Not with a gun, knife our even my with my own bare hands.
By Senkora2 months ago in Confessions
A Room Full of Forgotten Dreams
The room feels warm, familiar lit like candlelight, holding a forgotten youth that never was. That never was meant to be. A forgotten teddybear rest in the corner forgotten, dust on it once soft fur that was once shone so bright. It's bowtie now hanging by a single treath, had seen it's better days.
By Senkora2 months ago in Writers
Born to Be Consumed. Content Warning.
"We get one for the kids." Spoke the mom. "It's just more work." Spoke the dad. I? I get no say in it at all. They call me many things, and by the way I look. I am judged.
By Senkora2 months ago in Confessions
When the Silence Speaks Louder Than Words
It wasn’t a dramatic silence. No sudden stop. No sharp edge. Just a deep silent pause that settled into the room and refused to leave.
By Senkora3 months ago in Confessions
The empty void he left behind
I met a person who RPéd as Sherlock Holmes, on a Discord server, we all had a characther we RPéd mine was Mary Morsan. The server was a bit, chaotic but, it was fun. The people around us well they argued, they made drama but, hey it was fun. Felt like home in a way.
By Senkora5 months ago in Humans
Unseen Cartography
If I where to write a map it would be the one unseen. Not a map of this world, nor even one of outerspace a place you could visit.
By Senkora5 months ago in Poets