Talia Devora
Bio
Poetess, visual artist and lifestyle/quiz writer! My pastimes include reading, sleeping, gaming, music, fitness, etc! Be yourselves, be kind and value life! Let's connect and be friends!
My IG accounts: @tdwrites24 & @tdcreates97
Stories (391/0)
Sweet Fuchsia Meadows
Sweet fuchsia meadows sprinkled with tickle-me-pink petaled statuettes. Thank you for taking the time to read another one of my poems. If you enjoyed this poem, please give it a ❤️, share it with others, comment, and please feel free to send me a tip/pledge to show your appreciation and support. To find and read more exciting content, please consider subscribing and visiting my public profile. Stay tuned for more poetry, recipes, stories, and much more!
By Talia Devora3 days ago in Poets
Springtime Treasures
Peering out the window hearing, praying, sleeping to the teatime hymn of goldfinch birds. Thank you for taking the time to read another one of my poems. If you enjoyed this poem, please give it a ❤️, share it with others, comment, and please feel free to send me a tip/pledge to show your appreciation and support. To find and read more exciting content, please consider subscribing and visiting my public profile. Stay tuned for more poetry, recipes, stories, and much more!
By Talia Devora3 days ago in Poets
The Boy & The Tree
I guess being homeless isn’t as bad as I thought. At least I get to develop a strong bond with Mother Earth. Tuval, a depressed, withdrawn, bookish 14-year-old high school student, felt no more warmth, comfort, peace, and confidence in his life. The family’s vast, beige, villa-style house became a war zone; Tuval heard nothing but constant yelling, cursing, breaking glass, punching holes in the walls, and kicking cabinets. His bald, grumpy, sociopathic alcoholic father ruled the home with his cold-hearted nature. His miserable, indifferent, prune-coloured haired, overweight mother never listened to what he had to tell her about how he felt about his family. She always dismissed him and said things like, “Man up! It is a part of life!" Him and his brothers were at odds; they never got along and they had nothing in common with Tuval, so he’d often be seen spending time in his bedroom alone every night after dinner. The whole concept of family living covered his body with goosebumps.
By Talia Devora11 days ago in Fiction
- Top Story - April 2024
BlossomTop Story - April 2024
A dead past does not put a halt to a new future. A year later, Kaffy, a highly intelligent, creative, bookish, and preppy Nigerian-Canadian 15-year-old girl was released from juvenile prison. She was arrested and charged with petty theft and assault, and was sentenced to a year in prison. Her sentence was supposed to be 6 months for stealing a lollipop, a chocolate bar, a pack of playing cards, and a bag of Cheeto's cheesies from 7-Eleven, but she received another 6 months for kicking, punching, and hitting another female inmate across the face during an altercation in the canteen.
By Talia Devoraabout a month ago in Fiction
Autistic Girl Magic
My magic tricks are singing and playing the bass guitar. A big part of Nancy’s life was music. She was active in the music community since she was as young as five years old. Her angelic singing voice and innate musical talent brought all of her family members, friends, neighbours, and the community together. Every time she got up on stage, her alluring blue eyes would light up, and her shiny, straight, long, waist-length auburn hair became a trademark. Besides her magical singing voice, her prized possession was her luxurious, custom-made sparkly turquoise and pink bass guitar, something that she never allowed everyone to put their hands on.
By Talia Devora2 months ago in Fiction