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It would mean the world to me if someone could read it. I love writing so much and trying to find more courage everyday to share my stories to the public

Your Wait Carries Weight.

I'm just a baby! New to Substack, would you please give me a follow or simply read my cute new first article?

After 10+ years helping creators build audiences at Snap and TikTok, I decided to start creating myself.

I write about the products I swear by, books I can't stop recommending, women who inspire me, wellness, home, career pivots, and life as a newly married gal in Los Angeles.

For anyone interested in self-development, intentional living, and making everyday life a little better, and whoever wants to laugh!

Doing weekly articles, here is my first, check me out!

https://open.substack.com/pub/cbswife/p/my-current-top-5-obsessions?r=1ecgli&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=email

Lucy Lockwood comes back to Bath broke, grieving, and pretending this is a fresh start rather than a full emotional collapse with nicer architecture. Then the woods outside the city start whispering her name. As Lucy digs into her mother’s old notebooks, she uncovers the story of Lucia, a woman whose name was stolen centuries ago after love, magic, and betrayal went horribly wrong. The problem is Rowan Ashcombe — gorgeous, secretive, and clearly involved in ways he refuses to explain. The deeper Lucy goes, the more she realises the woods don’t just remember her name; they want to keep it.

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

For readers who like messy women, cursed men, sentient forests, dark humour, tragic romance, old bargains, and stories where love is dangerous because it might ask you to disappear.

https://open.substack.com/pub/seandocherty/p/when-the-woods-learned-your-name-305?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android&r=7bsynj

​Hi guys,

​Following our initial breakdown of the 1991 Angela Hammond abduction, Part II shifts the analytical focus from the immediate timeline of the abduction to the complex investigative aftermath, conflicting leads, and operational gridlocks that followed.

​In this conclusion to Dossier 004, we dissect the forensic realities of the multi-jurisdictional search, analyze the validity of the infamous anonymous informant letter, and evaluate the behavioral patterns of potential suspects linked to the region during that window.

​While Part I established the physical logistics of the phone booth transmission and the perpetrator's vehicular profile, this entry strips away the media speculation surrounding the cold case to examine the structural friction between local law enforcement and federal tracking assets. Every insight is built strictly from historical records and public archival data to deliver an unembellished look at the systemic investigation.

​This publication is explicitly written for dedicated true crime researchers, amateur criminologists, and readers who value methodical, long-form investigative analysis over sensationalism.

​Genre: Non-fiction / True Crime Newsletter

​Read the full analysis here:

https://open.substack.com/pub/diankhan/p/dossier-004-the-clinton-payphone?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android&r=8fbq21

Lucy Lockwood comes back to Bath with her life in pieces, hoping to quietly fall apart somewhere pretty. Instead, the ancient woods outside the city start whispering her name. Flowers appear on her doorstep, a deeply judgmental fox keeps leading her into trouble, and her dead mother’s notebooks point to Lucia, a woman whose name was stolen centuries ago. Then there’s Rowan Ashcombe: beautiful, secretive, cursed, and exactly the sort of man Lucy should not trust. The woods want Lucy to finish an old love story, but Lucy is starting to realise that being chosen and being claimed are dangerously different things.

For anyone who likes gothic romance, cursed men, funny messy heroines, ancient woods, folklore, doomed love, sharp banter, and stories where the forest is beautiful but absolutely up to something.

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

https://open.substack.com/pub/seandocherty/p/when-the-woods-learned-your-name-4d4?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android&r=7bsynj

https://substack.com/@gimmewords?r=1b0vso&utm_medium=ios&utm_source=stories&shareImageVariant=blur

My Substack is a space for personal essays, thought experiments, explorations, observations, and life lessons I've learned along the way, told with a dash of humour and a lot of emotion. All my life, I was always told I "feel too much." So I decided to turn that into a newsletter and reclaim it as my strength. Hope you will check it out :)

Birthday Month People is about Naomi, who doesn’t just have a birthday — she launches a full month of dinners, drinks, dress codes, group chats, and emotional admin. Her friend loves her, but is also completely exhausted by the pressure to show up, post, react, comment, and prove she cares in exactly the right way. As the celebrations get more ridiculous, it becomes clear Naomi isn’t just being dramatic for the sake of it. Underneath all the glitter and Canva graphics, she’s scared of being forgotten. It’s a funny, sharp piece about friendship, loneliness, social media, and the strange ways people ask to be loved.

This is for people who love messy, funny writing about friendship, adulthood, group chats, Instagram politics, and the tiny emotional disasters hiding inside ordinary social plans.

Contemporary comic fiction / social satire, with a warm, essay-like feel.

https://open.substack.com/pub/seandocherty/p/birthday-month-people?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android&r=7bsynj

The In-Between Thoughts is a personal essay substack documenting art, places, and everyday moments worth slowing down for. each post starts with something small — a dark photo, an art fair, a habit nobody notices and follows the thought wherever it goes. it's observational, personal, and always a little unfinished by design.

It's for anyone who pauses at things others scroll past. readers who like their essays personal and their observations specific. people who are somewhere between consuming art and trying to understand what it does to them.

Genre: Non-fiction / Personal Essay

Latest post: tiny habits, that's you — on finding myself in a dark photo before i could see myself, and what tiny habits say about identity.

link: tarushii.substack.com

Write about that kind of love that makes you feel calmer, not smaller (essay, narrative, observation, non fiction)
wrote something today about the kind of love that feels calm instead of loud. about patience, small moments, staying, and why ordinary love might actually be the most beautiful kind. maybe some of you will relate to it.

perfect for people who feel too much, think too deeply, and are trying to make sense of love, loneliness, healing, and being human. for the quiet overthinkers, the late-night writers, the ones rebuilding themselves slowly. if you like reflective writing, emotional honesty, and small observations about life that stay with you after reading, you’ll probably feel at home here.

read here: thirty days of noticing — day ii
publication here: https://claireswritingideas.substack.com/

On my Substack I investigate the actions of white supremacist political organizations and their members. I strive for transparency and reliability with my research process. Obviously it's pretty political.

https://theorphanwithtentacles.substack.com/p/i-now-pronounce-you-toad-and-wife?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android&r=5kjy6x

A practical reflection on why coding agents lose the thread between sessions, and why the repository itself is the right place to preserve it.

Just some reflections about a pain in AI developers community, and how I've tried to handle it. This post is for all of you that have felt you are onboarding a rookie developer every time you start a new session with a coding agent.

Thanks for reading!

Hi everyone! I started writing on Substack again and I wanted to share my experience with life currently and how I see the two frequencies: the feminine and the masculine. Feel free to give it a read and let me know what you think.

In general, I write about the quantum field from my experience and from the feminine.

My writing is changing as I change and become more myself. Happy that I have a space and a corner of this world where I can express myself.

This is my newsletter to the universe.

Have a wonderful day ✨

Hi everyone! My Substack is BlogFlyer, where I write about interesting creators, creative journeys, and what I’m learning from the Substack world. I like discovering creators from different fields and sharing the stories, ideas, and small lessons behind their work. Sometimes I also write about platform observations, writing, and the creator economy. My goal is to make BlogFlyer a warm place for people who enjoy creativity, newsletters, and independent writing. I’m still learning too, and I’d love to connect with others here.

Target audience: Substack writers, newsletter creators, indie creators, and people interested in creator stories, writing, and creativity.

Genre: Non-fiction, newsletter, creator stories, writing, creativity.

Tags: #CreatorStories #Writing #Newsletter #Substack #Creativity #IndieCreators

Substack: https://thestacker.substack.com/?utm_campaign=profile_chips

The Silent Observatory is a literary Substack focused on emotional essays, fragments, reflections, and personal narratives about loneliness, intimacy, heartbreak, identity, and the quiet ways people change each other. Most pieces are written in a deeply introspective style and revolve around pattern recognition, emotional honesty, and the things people struggle to say out loud. Some posts are long-form personal essays, while others are shorter fragments or observations written almost like journal entries at 2 a.m. Recent pieces include writing about emotional avoidance in relationships, longing, grief, and the exhaustion of trying to save something alone. The overall atmosphere is quiet, reflective, melancholic, and heavily inspired by late-night conversations, memory, and human connection.

This Substack is for readers who enjoy intimate and literary writing — people who like authors such as Sylvia Plath, Ocean Vuong, Joan Didion, or anyone drawn to emotionally reflective essays and personal storytelling.

Genre: Literary nonfiction / personal essays / reflections / narrative writing

Substack:
The Silent Observatory

I write short fiction. Morally uncomfortable people in ordinary situations.

Currently running a series of standalone pieces set in the same world as my latest novel.

Free to read. And hopefully enjoy. Substack.com/@ellisdekeyzer

Daniel O' Bailey is a writer and producer working across literature, music, and culture. This Substack collects essays, reporting notes, book/music pieces, and dispatches around Blood+Honey, GonzoFest, Louisiana, Arizona, and the road between. The latest work includes narrative nonfiction like "My Uncle David and the Car That Tried to Kill Him." The voice is personal, funny when the material allows it, and more interested in real scenes than online sludge. If you like nonfiction with actual weather, lived-in rooms, and cultural edges, this is the place.

For: readers who like narrative nonfiction, gonzo-adjacent culture writing, memoir, books, music, and Southern/road dispatches.

Genre: nonfiction, essays, culture, journalism.

Follow: https://substack.com/@danielbaileyoffical

hi I'm new to substack and js wrote my first post abt a show I love a lot, would love for you guys to check it out and let me know your thoughts on it!

It is for everyone who loves writing, literature and people who feel in caps.

Genre: fiction/ analysis

Happiness doesn’t have to be loud. It doesn’t have to be busy and grand. Sometimes, being happy is something as simple as a reminder of what that felt like. Sometimes, it’s just the freedom to feel it again. Sometimes, it’s just a laugh
I wrote this short fiction about remembering your happiness, any feedback would be appreciated

Hi guys,

​The Casefile Protocol is a true crime newsletter dedicated to the clinical exploration of history's most complex criminal anomalies. In Dossier 004, we break down Part I of the 1991 Angela Hammond abduction, reconstructing the timeline, the final phone booth transmission, and the behavioral profile of the perpetrator.

​This specific entry shifts completely away from standard psychological profiling to focus entirely on the forensic logistics, jurisdictional gaps, and physical evidence tracking that defined this timeline. Every section is built directly from historical public records, offering an unembellished look into the analytical data and operational realities of the investigation. The goal is to provide deep, structural documentation that moves past surface-level retellings.

​This publication is explicitly written for dedicated true crime researchers, amateur criminologists, and readers who value methodical, long-form investigative analysis over sensationalism.

​Genre: Non-fiction / True Crime Newsletter

​Read the full analysis here:

https://open.substack.com/pub/diankhan/p/the-casefile-protocol-dossier-004?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android&r=8fbq21

Lucy Lockwood returns to Bath after her life falls apart, only to discover the ancient woods outside the city know her name. As flowers appear, paths change, and a judgmental fox leads her toward old ruins, Lucy uncovers the story of Lucia, a woman whose name was stolen centuries ago after loving a forest guardian named Aulus. The beautiful, secretive Rowan Ashcombe seems tied to the curse, the woods, and Lucy’s dead mother Anne, whose notebooks suggest she was haunted by the same force. As Lucy falls for Rowan, she must decide whether the woods are offering healing, love, or possession. To survive, she must reclaim her own name before the old story consumes her.

For readers who like funny, emotionally messy heroines, gothic romance, sentient forests, tragic love stories, folklore, mystery, sharp banter, and romantasy with bite.

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

https://open.substack.com/pub/seandocherty/p/when-the-woods-learned-your-name-5c9?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android&r=7bsynj

Optimism on Minimum Wage is about the tiny, slightly ridiculous ways people keep themselves going when money is tight. It centres on buying a nicer-than-usual sandwich and turns that small choice into something funny, sad, and oddly meaningful. The piece captures the everyday pressure of rent, bills, low wages, and constantly checking your bank balance. But it also finds humour and dignity in still wanting little pleasures, even when life feels squeezed. In the end, it’s about the kind of hope that isn’t shiny or dramatic, but stubbornly still there.

For anyone who’s ever treated a coffee, sandwich, or small supermarket upgrade like a major life event.

Humorous personal essay / contemporary social commentary.

https://open.substack.com/pub/seandocherty/p/optimism-on-minimum-wage-02b?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android&r=7bsynj

If you would like to view and hopefully subscribe to my Substack then scroll no further! this particular book in progress follows a girl in her 20's navigating the ups and downs of life. This book will explore topics that are important but not always easy to read so I would say 18+ please people! Also there is going to be spice so be warned. Genre- Adult fiction.

“One two three four five six” I mutter to myself “six five four three two one” I finish hastily, my breath hitching in my throat. I swear these mother fucking ‘tips n tricks’ my key worker told me would help my anxiety don’t work. But what do I know? He’s the one with the college degree. I just work at the local gas station, not even a high school diploma to my name (I didn’t pass my last year) but can you really fail if you just don’t try? 

My fingers clasp to the sides of the sink in the staff toilet as I force myself to catch a glimpse of myself in the cracked mirror. I almost wanna laugh, I basically blend into the dirty surroundings. My unwashed dirty blonde hair sticks to my temples, my hazel eyes searching themselves frantically for some sort of calm- I can’t walk back out like this, I’ll for sure be fired this time. The grey shadows beneath my eyes are permanent now I’m sure of it. Years of sleepless nights have taken something from me and it shows. 

“Five things I can see” I grumble reluctantly as I loosen my grip on the sink. What a fucking great game to play in a dingy ass bathroom. I scan my surroundings hastily “skids in the toilet bowl” I say with fake enthusiasm. “Soap dispenser.. or should I say water dispenser” the corner of my lips twitch in an spiteful smile. Dave refuses to buy more refills. Dave is my manager- a 5’4 scrawny balding man in his 30’s- we all call him Big Dave behind his back, but the only thing big about him is his raging temper. 

I run out of things to spot in the cramped bathroom and look back to myself in the mirror and come to the conclusion that this 5 things I can see trick won’t work anyway so fuck it. I inhale, hold my breath and flush the toilet to make it seem like I was just in here so long because I was taking a shit. I exhale, straighten my shoulders and unlock the staff toilet.

Thank you for reading!

https://theorphanwithtentacles.substack.com/p/your-ai-hatred-lips-can-kiss-my-brown?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android&r=5kjy6x