angela hepworth
Bio
Hello! I’m Angela and I love writing fiction—sometimes poetry if I’m feeling frisky. I delve into the dark, the sad, the silly, the sexy, and the stupid. Come check me out!
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The Elasticity of Opinions
Debates and disagreements on all things political, religious, economic, racial and social are very much a part of human life. As people, we are all so vastly different with unique lived experience, upbringings, viewpoints, and biases. If we operate in a world where we express ourselves and our thoughts and beliefs honestly with others, especially others who are in fact so different from us, debate is only natural. I have learned so, so much from talking about important subjects from debating with other people.
By angela hepworth7 days ago in The Swamp
Centipede
Melody rinsed the last of the toothpaste from her mouth, looking up at her reflection in the mirror. Tired brown eyes stared back at her, the dark circles under them prominent. Her frizzy black curls were messy and pointing in nearly every direction. She’d had a long, aggravating day; her boss had been on her all day long, and she’d only gotten home an hour ago. Her body burned and ached with exhaustion. She wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep the night away.
By angela hepworth17 days ago in Fiction
- Top Story - April 2024
Dear Grandma
Grandma, I know you loved me, but would you love me now? By the time I was thirteen, you were gone. I cried for you—do you cry for me, now? What do you see when you see me? Are you happy? Are you disappointed? Do you hate me? Do you wish you could change me? Do you even see me at all? Do you see anything? Are you in the heaven you so strongly believed in? I don’t believe in that heaven anymore, Grandma. I wanted to. I tried for so long to believe, but I couldn’t keep pretending to feel something I didn’t, to believe so much I didn’t think was true. My last reason for holding onto heaven, onto God, was you. And no matter how hard I tried to talk to you through him, no matter how hard I cried and begged, you never answered back.
By angela hepworth23 days ago in Families
Look At Us
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by contented hopelessness, the inability to learn or care, bleak smiles and worthless opulence, jeering bullies and leering men, the pernicious malignant anger from the rotten spoiled privileged demon children who moan and groan and cry and hit their mothers and shriek like banshees at the slightest inconvenience, the false advertisement of human emotion, gun barrels and internet battles and hate, hate for what we cannot understand
By angela hepworth30 days ago in Poets