luna hart

Joined October 2025

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I Wasn’t Innocent
The Lie I Lived I grew up in a town that loved to smile in public but whispered secrets in private. Everyone knew everyone, or at least thought they did. I learned early that appearances mattered more than truth. At school, at church, at the grocery store, I played the part of the quiet, obedient child. The one who smiled at teachers, who nodded at neighbors, who never questioned. But inside, I was a storm. A storm of impulses, of choices no one wanted to see. And yet, I wore my mask so well that even I began to believe it.
By luna hart19 days ago in Confessions
Writing as Survival
There are moments in life when writing stops being an art and becomes a necessity. Not something you choose to do, but something you do because the alternative—silence—is unbearable. In those moments, writing is not about grammar, structure, or audience. It is about survival.
By luna hart20 days ago in Writers
Climate Anxiety Is Real
There is a quiet fear many people carry now—one that doesn’t announce itself with sirens or headlines, yet hums constantly beneath daily life. It appears while scrolling the news before bed. It lingers during heatwaves that feel a little too long, winters that arrive too late, storms that seem angrier than before. This fear has a name: climate anxiety. And it is real.
By luna hart20 days ago in Psyche
The Third Dial
The antique shop was the kind of place where dust didn't just settle; it seemed to hold the furniture together. Silas, a man whose life was measured in clicks and notifications, found the object in a corner shadowed by a headless mannequin.
By luna hart21 days ago in Horror
The Architecture of Us
It’s not found in the silver screen, Or the verses of a frantic pen; It lives in the spaces in between, The "text me when you're home again."
By luna hart21 days ago in Poets
The Painted Sky
The thunder retreats with a low, heavy sigh, Leaving silver-rimmed clouds in a wearying sky. The earth smells of petrichor, ancient and sweet,
By luna hart22 days ago in Poets
The Myth of Infinite Earth
We have a peculiar habit of treating the world like an open-tab bar where someone else is picking up the bill. For centuries, the human psyche has been anchored in the "Frontier Myth"—the belief that if we use up one valley, there is always another over the next mountain. If we fish out one bay, the ocean is vast enough to hide the loss.
By luna hart22 days ago in Earth
Lives Lost Between the Pages
History is often imagined as stone—monuments, dates, borders carved into certainty. But some of its greatest losses were made of paper.
By luna hart23 days ago in History
When Your Name Lingers
I remember the curve of your smile, how it lingers in the corners of my mind long after the world has quieted down. Your voice is a map I can follow blindfolded,
By luna hart24 days ago in Poets
The First Snowfall of Childhood
The first flakes fell quietly, almost shyly, in the gray light of early morning. They clung to the rooftops, settled on tree branches, and dusted the streets like powdered sugar. For most adults, it was just another winter day. But for a child, it was an invitation—an unspoken promise of adventure, mischief, and wonder.
By luna hart24 days ago in Humor
The Quiet Emergency
Global warming did not arrive like a disaster movie. There was no single day when the sky fell or the oceans rose without warning. Instead, it crept into our lives quietly—through warmer winters, longer summers, and news headlines we learned to scroll past. It became the kind of emergency that doesn’t scream, only whispers, until one day you realize the whisper has been following you everywhere.
By luna hart24 days ago in Futurism
Earth Watched Us Change
Earth remembers us differently than we remember ourselves. Before cities pressed their concrete palms into her soil, before oceans learned the taste of plastic, before the sky grew crowded with our signals and smoke—Earth knew us as quiet creatures. We walked softly then. We listened more than we spoke. Our footprints faded with the tide.
By luna hart25 days ago in Futurism