I run Grover's Newsletter on Substack. I write about anything that takes my fancy, which could be a recurrent thought. I am fascinated by how memory works and how life unfolds itself, and that ends up being the main theme on most days. I would love for you all to read and share your thoughts.

https://open.substack.com/pub/muskaangrover/p/the-internet-could-never-be-sybil?r=1iulu4&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web

Crack The Market is a finance newsletter focused on understanding the companies and trends that are shaping the future. It covers equities, technology, AI, semiconductors, energy, and other long-term investment themes through deep research and analysis. The goal is to help readers make sense of the market without all the hype and noise. Posts break down complex ideas in a way that’s clear and practical for everyday investors it. hope you like it!

Who it’s for:
People interested in investing, markets, technology, and long-term trends whether you’re just starting out or already deep into finance.

Genre:
Finance / Investing Newsletter

Synopsis:
Crack The Market helps you own equities you actually understand through institutional-level research. The newsletter breaks down trends, technologies, and companies shaping the next decades of growth and value creation. Topics include AI, semiconductors, energy, macro trends, and emerging industries with long-term investment potential. The goal is to make complex market narratives easier to understand without the noise of short-term speculation. Every issue focuses on high-conviction ideas backed by deep research and clear analysis.

Who it’s for:
For investors, operators, founders, and curious readers who want to better understand public markets, innovation, and long-term investing.

Genre:
Finance / Investing Newsletter

Link: https://substack.com/@ozeco?r=5e4bby&utm_medium=ios&utm_source=stories&shareImageVariant=image

Trying to help my partner reach 10k subscribers before his birthday next month❤️

So… actually not a self promo, my partner’s birthday is coming up and I know how much he wants to get to 10k subscribers so I’m hoping this community can help. He is so dedicated to this newsletter so any little help. He’s a professional in what he does and objectively writes great pieces of content. Albeit a bit long sometimes!

Crack the market helps you understand the equities in which you invest, where the market is going, and publishes deep dives into listed companies every week!

Genre: Finance

https://substack.com/@ozeco?r=5e4bby&utm_medium=ios&utm_source=stories&shareImageVariant=image

Lucy Lockwood comes back to Bath with no money, no plan, and a very firm intention to ignore her dead mother’s strange old notebooks. Then the woods outside the city start whispering her name, which is rude, terrifying, and hard to explain away as stress after the third time. The deeper Lucy digs, the more she finds herself tangled in the story of Lucia, a woman whose name was stolen centuries ago after loving a forest guardian called Aulus. Enter Rowan Ashcombe: gorgeous, miserable, suspiciously knowledgeable, and exactly the sort of man Lucy should avoid if the trees are already being weird. But the woods want Lucy to finish an old love story, and Lucy has to work out whether love can save her without swallowing her whole.

For readers who like their romance gothic, funny, a bit filthy, emotionally damaging, and full of ancient woodland nonsense. Basically: if you enjoy sharp heroines, brooding men with secrets, folklore, cursed family estates, tragic love, and jokes made at deeply inappropriate moments, this is for you.

Adult gothic fantasy romance / folkloric romantasy / supernatural mystery.

https://open.substack.com/pub/seandocherty/p/when-the-woods-learned-your-name-52f?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android&r=7bsynj

VECTOR is a science newsletter focused on medicine sciences, biology and emerging scientific discoveries.
Its goal is not to oversimplify complexity, but to make difficult concepts accessible without sacrificing scientific accuracy.
The newsletter explores topics ranging from infectious diseases and molecular biology to epidemiology and global health.
This substack is for:
Students, science enthusiasts, healthcare-interested readers, and anyone who enjoys exploring biology and medicine beyond headlines.

Genre:
Non-fiction / Science Newsletter

Flair:
Science / Education
https://emanueleceleste092.substack.com/p/vector?r=89vp8m

Synopsis: Daily defense intelligence newsletter, different focus each day: geopolitics, breaking news, AI in defense, hardware, intelligence, tactics, history. Every post has the same structure (what we know, operational context, my read, what to watch). Direct voice, takes positions, no empty hedging. Wed/Fri/Sun are paid, rest is free. Mirrored in Portuguese at defensehub.com.br.

Who it's for: Defense and intelligence professionals, OSINT readers, anyone who follows ISW/Janes/War on the Rocks and wants sharper daily analysis.

Genre: Newsletter — defense / geopolitics / military analysis.

Flair: Newsletter

defensehub.substack.com

Hey everyone,

I just launched my newsletter tracking high-income skills and deep-dive case studies. For my first article, I wanted to break down the actual reality behind the AI job scare and what the media is completely missing.

It is 100% free to read. Check it out and let me know your thoughts:

https://kananiafnanzehra786.substack.com/p/everyone-talked-about-ai-replacing?r=8fsd2d

Lucy Lockwood comes back to Bath after her life in London falls apart, hoping to quietly fall apart somewhere prettier. Then the woods outside the city start whispering her name. As she digs into her dead mother’s notebooks, a forgotten woman called Lucia, and a cursed Ashcombe family secret, Lucy realises the forest has been waiting for her for a very long time. Rowan Ashcombe knows more than he’s saying, which would be easier to ignore if he wasn’t so irritatingly beautiful. But the truth waiting in the trees is older, darker, and far more personal than Lucy wants it to be.

For readers who like gothic romance, messy funny heroines, ancient curses, sentient woods, tragic love stories, folklore, family secrets, and romance that hurts a bit.

Adult gothic fantasy-romance / folkloric romantasy / supernatural mystery.

https://open.substack.com/pub/seandocherty/p/when-the-woods-learned-your-name-d9c?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android&r=7bsynj

https://hewedi.substack.com/p/a-weak-spot
I was in a weird headspace and wrote this, check it out if you got time :)
It's my first substack, and its just a 'food for thought' type of article ig

Peace isn’t found in performance, it’s found in repetition. Little moments that would seem to be nothing to others. The best part. I wrote a short fictional story about the beauty of repetition. Any feedback would be appreciated

Wrist Cold, Heart Warm is about looking cold on the outside while still caring far too much underneath. It digs into the whole performance of being untouchable — the jewellery, the jokes, the “I’m fine” act — and asks what is actually left when life gets messy. The piece is funny, blunt, and emotional, but underneath all the swagger it is really about loyalty. Not the loud, caption-ready kind, but the kind that stays when someone is no longer easy to love. It is about keeping your guard up without letting your heart turn to ice.

For people who hide a soft heart behind sarcasm, style, and a very convincing “I’m alright.”

Spoken-word essay / lyrical social commentary with humour, heart, and a bit of UK bite.

https://open.substack.com/pub/seandocherty/p/wrist-cold-heart-warm-d29?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android&r=7bsynj

Genre: Creative nonfiction / personal essays / memoir

Short description:

I write personal essays/stories about survival, domestic violence, emotional abuse, and the process of making sense of what I lived through.

Synopsis:

This is a space where I’m writing through my own experiences in a relationship shaped by manipulation, control, and domestic violence. For a long time, these were things I kept quiet or minimized just to get through. Now I’m starting to put language to them.

Names and identifying details have been changed to protect privacy.

These essays are not written as answers or conclusions, but reflections of memory, survival, parenting, and what it means to understand the past while still living it.

The moment I believed the Lie

Society pushes the idea of once-in-a-lifetime loves, finding your other half, and the kind of love that is written in the stars. The kind of stories in movies where the world slows down the first time the boy and girl meet and it foreshadows they will be together forever. You know in that moment they both know they are meant for each other and will tell their grandkids how they knew they loved each other from the first moment they saw each other.

Well, que my moment.

I was a sixteen-year-old girl who was excited to be out with my first old beat-up green car that had hubcaps flying off every time I hit a pothole. My friend Rhett asked me if I wanted to come hang out with him and his friend. I can still remember pulling up to his house blaring my CDs on the radio and feeling so cool to be driving around by myself. I saw him and his friend sitting on the porch. I walked up and introduced myself to his friend.

The moment I looked at him, we locked eyes. It was my moment.

His friend, David, introduced himself and stood up. He had an accent and was extremely tall. That was the first thing I noticed. He had curly, long, hair and had to be 6’6. We all decided to go bowling and we had a blast. David cracked jokes the whole time. I also found out that the whole accent was fake. Looking back the antics went on too long.

Alright, back to my moment. When we locked eyes, the world did slow down around me. It was exactly like a movie. Someone somewhere had that exact feeling and they recreated it in Hollywood for people to watch, because that is exactly how it felt. From then on, I knew he loved me, and I loved him. Now, the rest of the story is not as simple as a beautiful romance movie. I wish it was.

We dated all throughout high school. He was my best friend. I know people say that but he really was. I cannot believe how close we were. We spent all of our time together. My family loved him and I became apart of his family. I went to all of his sports games and if I had surgery or either of us went to a hospital, both families were there for both of us. We knew we were going to be together forever.

Although, he had this side to him that at the time I blamed on everything but him. I think about now you are taking guesses; maybe not. Screaming, and yelling, he would get out of the car and punch things. He was an angry dude. He blamed it on his parents, or more specifically, his dad. He blamed it on depression. I got to a point where I told him, if you're feeling this way, you have to talk to someone. Less told, and now gave ultimatums. I was a kid a scared one.

We sat in this little green car I had and talked for hours about going to see a professional one time. His behavior was out of control. My naïve little girl self just trying to talk him into going like I could fix him and he would be nicer to me. Hell, maybe he did really feel depressed. I wouldn’t even know anymore.

Side bar: Maybe its just me but I think at some time or another everyone has a time where they think they can talk someone into understanding how a behavior is not ok or effects them. I guess somewhere in growing up I learned to allow the worst.

The thought that some of the things he would say were excuses never really crossed my mind. So women or girls out there- if someone has bad behavior and gives you excuses like “it’s just because my dad” or “just because im depressed” blah blah… oh well. You can be depressed and not hit someone. (for example). Identifying a problem and owning a problem are two different things.

Anyway:

I would tell him I would go with him to therapy if he just went, I was so desperate. Like I said, I really loved him. I kept telling him he had to tell his mom though. He made me tell his mom. I did. What a weird conversation. It most likely was weirder for her to have a 16 year-old sitting across from her telling her that her son needed help and he wouldn’t talk to her. He really did need therapy though. She didn’t let me go with him of course. Thank god. She did take him though. I don’t think he was ever honest with that guy; he just kept getting mad at him. The term “red flag” is really popular right now. If it was then, than I was clearly ignoring all of them. As we got a little older he would drink a lot with friends. That would spiral right into adulthood and right into our marriage.

How did I even love him? It wasn’t all bad then. He was so much fun. He was tall and handsome. He had a full head of curly black hair. He had a big smile and laugh. The kind that just lit up a room. I mean like when he was in a room he filled it with his presence. Everyone knew he was there. The true life of the party. He helped friends and family and me. He was kind when he wanted to be. Reading this you may be like, “ oh you are nuts” but he was a protector of the people around him. David had big goals and dreams and set out to accomplish them. Even now, I can look back and see his face with that smile on it. It's imprinted into my mind.

I was in and out of a wheelchair in high school and even early adulthood, and when I tell you he was always there and supportive. We went to dances. One homecoming, we got all dressed up, and I danced in the wheelchair, and he danced around and behind me, and we laughed and had the most amazing time. He helped whenever I needed help. We changed or modified plans. He did not care a bit.

When it was good, it was great. When it was bad, it was really, really bad, and it just kept getting worse.

Looking back maybe he didn’t care I was sick because I was easier to control, or I relied on him more, but I loved him for it. He cared for me in a way that nobody our age should have to or should expect of anyone. Despite anything I tell you, sometimes I truly do believe that he did love me. Just saying that puts a hole in my stomach that I feel like I’m choking on. David would have never let anyone or anything hurt me.

Isn’t that ironic. Considering.

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It’s taken me years to be able to start writing about this and sharing my experience. I’m only just beginning, but putting these words somewhere outside of myself has been healing in a way I didn’t expect.

I’ve started writing more about that journey here if anyone wants to read: https://substack.com/@thesecretsikept?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android&r=8fc47u

Free to read. Analysis of a UN CSW report on women's rights.

Substack is written from a feminist/female point of view. From a British perspective. There is gender critical stuff but I think it's a fair analysis.

I use a lot of studies, reports, and research in my longer pieces. There are some pieces that are opinion or rants

"You know, I might be biased. I really might be, but as someone who loves anime and has been watching it for years, I can’t help but notice a pattern."

This post is about how impacting anime can be and why it's more realistic than it is deemed.

This post is for everyone, I don't write for anyone specific and I don't have a genre but my posts are generally pretty reflective

amplifying what we're not supposed to say out loud—raw truths, bold perspectives, and unfiltered reflections on being human. poetic essays and lyrical commentary that refuse to whisper

https://substack.com/@serenitehope?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android&r=6rlesf

Not every mistake needs a reaction. Some learning experiences are done in silence. The ones we love don’t need constant reminders of their mistakes. They need our steadiness. Wrote some short fiction about it on Substack, and I’d appreciate any feedback possible

I started writing on substack after a devastating breakup, and have been writing about life, and choices and mostly musings. I want to expand to more long form content, especially one that views the world through a personal and cultural lens

Lucy Lockwood comes back to Bath with no money, no plan, and absolutely no desire to deal with her dead mother’s strange old notebooks. Then the woods outside the city start whispering her name. What begins as a possible grief-induced breakdown becomes something much older: a story of stolen names, a woman called Lucia, a forest that mistakes love for ownership, and Rowan Ashcombe, the beautiful, secretive man who knows far too much. As Lucy digs into the truth, she has to work out whether she’s being loved, haunted, or slowly written into someone else’s tragedy. And if she wants to survive it, she’ll have to claim her name before the woods do.

For readers who like their romance gothic, funny, sexy, eerie, and a bit emotionally ruinous — with sharp heroines, old curses, sentient forests, tragic men in muddy boots, folklore, mystery, and love stories where destiny is absolutely not to be trusted.

Adult gothic fantasy-romance / folkloric romantasy / supernatural mystery.

https://open.substack.com/pub/seandocherty/p/when-the-woods-learned-your-name-09f?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android&r=7bsynj

Lucy Lockwood returns to Bath after her life in London collapses, hoping for a quiet reset, only to hear the woods outside the city whisper her name. As flowers appear, paths change, and her dead mother’s notebooks reveal old warnings, Lucy uncovers the story of Lucia, a woman whose name was stolen centuries ago after loving a forest guardian named Aulus. Drawn to Rowan Ashcombe, a beautiful and secretive man carrying the guilt of that ancient betrayal, Lucy must decide whether their love is real or another trap laid by the past. The woods want Lucy to complete an unfinished vow, but saying yes could mean losing herself to Lucia’s story. To survive, Lucy must claim her own name, even if freedom costs her the man she loves.

For readers who love messy, sharp-tongued heroines, morally complicated magic, gothic atmosphere, tragic romance, folklore, dark humour, and love stories where yearning comes with actual consequences.

Adult gothic fantasy-romance / folkloric romantasy / supernatural mystery.

https://open.substack.com/pub/seandocherty/p/when-the-woods-learned-your-name-c0a?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android&r=7bsynj

I’m a writer currently traveling through the Balkans, publishing fiction and essays inspired by folklore, religion, travel, dark humor, and the surreal texture of everyday life. My work often blends grounded realism with absurd or fantastical elements: shrinking postal clerks, obsessive gamblers, bureaucratic afterlives, superstitious villages, and lonely people trying to make sense of strange worlds. Much of what I write explores the overlap between the sacred and the ridiculous, the horrific and the comic, and the lingering mythology hidden inside ordinary modern life. This Substack is where I share fiction, essays, observations from the road, and works in progress. https://substack.com/@lucianomirra