Nina Pierce
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just a lonely cat girl with a masters in counseling trying to make it as a writer
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Timeless Affections
My Dearest Caroline, As I sit here in the trenches, with the sounds of war raging around me, my thoughts drift to you and the life we had before everything changed. Your smile, your laugh, your gentle touch - they are the things that keep me going in this dark time. I long for the day when I can hold you in my arms again, when we can dance under the stars like we used to.
By Nina Pierce12 months ago in History
Self-Love Made Simple
Picture this: You wake up in the morning, look in the mirror, and instead of seeing the flaws, you see an incredible human being deserving of love and respect. It sounds dreamy, right? But what if I told you this could be your daily reality? I’m Nina, and today, we’re diving deep into the transformative world of self-love—because loving yourself first isn’t just a catchy phrase; it's the foundation of a fulfilling life.
By Nina Pierce12 months ago in Humans
Losing A Best Friend
I don't even know where to begin. It's been about six months since you went away. I didn't even notice you slipping through the cracks and I hate myself for not stopping you. You were always one to keep to yourself, an introvert at heart, but you weren't one to keep secrets. At least, I thought you weren't.
By Nina Pierceabout a year ago in Confessions
Drunk
It was a Saturday night like no other, empty bottles of chardonnay, merlot, and blue moon scattered across the dinner table. Wine glasses were half-empty, along with half-eaten dinners and desserts. The clock behind me read 8pm but it was really 9pm, headlights of cars flashing through the front door every couple of minutes.
By Nina Pierceabout a year ago in Fiction
Passion
Passion. Some days, I feel that word is overrated. I mean, what is passion? Who defines it? Passion; feels like an all-consuming fire that envelops all your hopes and dreams. It can burn as brightly as you want it, or it can burn down everything you were working towards. Even though we strive for passion, passion can kill us. It's not always worth it, even when it feels like it is.
By Nina Pierce3 years ago in Poets
