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Ended March 16, 2024 • 190 Entries • Created by Prose
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We just released our new monetization features with the soft launch of our paid subscription Portal, The Emerald Lounge. So, authors in the lounge can have paid subscribers for their content, be it poems, stories, or books, you know, the works you've been holding back until it's ready to shine like it should. Become an Emerald author by submitting your best work, or work you like. If you think you can out-drink, or even hang until closing time with Hemingway or Hank, we want to meet you. Accepted authors will receive a code for "Become an Emerald Author," which you will find in your settings. Go get it.

The Something

I wander alone at night, taking in the beauty of the neon lights decorating the whole city. I'm just passing by, mind blank, destination unknown.

I let my legs do the work.

What is it that I'm looking for? Who? I don't know.

I lost a part of me, and I don't think I'll ever get it back. There's no replacement.

The cold winter air nips at my rosy cheeks gently, reminding me that I can still feel something.

I still exist. I still function, as questionable as it is sometimes.

The night is my companion, never asking questions, never judging. It embraces me, like it knows that the light isn't what I need right now.

I'm searching for The Something, I just don't understand what it is.

But, though I've lost a lot, I've started gaining a sense of freedom, the will to just move. To explore The Something. To sense. To touch.

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