Dear God,
Do you even hear me, or are you just reading like I’m another footnote in your plan? I’ve been screaming into the dark for months, and all I get is silence that presses harder than anything alive. I tried patience, I tried prayer, I tried bending, kneeling, hoping that obedience would make you bend too. Nothing. Not a whisper, not a crack in the sky.
I walked past the street yesterday where they said miracles happen. People were laughing, faces lit like they knew some secret I didn’t. And I asked myself, is it me, or is the world designed to hum while some of us are bleeding? I looked at the beggar holding a cardboard sign and thought maybe he understands more than I ever will. Maybe he is the chosen one you didn’t send me to be.
I am not asking for answers. I am asking for signs. Even a lie would be easier than this quiet. I want to know if you are watching me crash into my own life or if the universe just decided to forget my address. If you are there, prove it. I’ll do anything. Anything at all. Just don’t make me keep believing in a God who leaves me speaking to walls.
And yet, I can’t stop. I write this letter because maybe somewhere in your silence you read honesty. Maybe somewhere in your eternity, my anger matters. Maybe you planted something in me too stubborn to die so I can scream and feel alive while waiting for a reply that might never come.
If this is the test, then congratulations. I am awake. I am screaming. I am furious. I am still here. And if you ever decide to answer, make it loud enough that even the dead will hear it. Otherwise, let me keep writing these letters to nothing. At least they don’t lie.Yours, in chaos and in waiting,
Rae’s Quill
3rd Jan 2026
1AM
They call her a monster. Not behind her back. Not with whispers. They say it plainly, like fact. Cold. Harsh. Heartless. The kind of woman who’d let the world burn as long as the fire kept her warm. But Rhea knows people. Knows them better than they know themselves. She sees the fault lines in […]
“You ever think about that night?” Marcus’s voice cut through the silence like glass. His breath hung in the air, cold and still, though they were inside. Deji didn’t look up. He sat on the floor, back against the wall, bottle gripped like it was the only thing keeping him from falling off the earth. […]
Not everyone gets tomorrow. Some people become museum pieces in our memory—forever frozen at the last moment we didn’t know was the last. And still, we wait. We wait like time owes us clarity. Like hearts will stay beating until we’re brave. You think you have time to tell them. But you blink—and suddenly the […]
