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Hey you,,,, Yeah, the one with the half-finished drafts and that one poem you wrote but never shared. Welcome.

Beyond Lines wasn't started to be a polished, curated collection of literary masterpieces. It was born out of the messy, beautiful chaos that is being human. It's for people who write when they feel too much, or nothing at all. For people who ramble in metaphors, misspell on purpose, and post like they're whispering into a void, hoping someone, somewhere, will get it.

This isn't a space for perfection. It's a space for presence. For raw honesty. For the kind of writing that feels like a late-night conversation with someone you trust.

So if your story doesn't have a neat ending? That's okay. If your poem reads like a journal entry? Even better. If your words feel too loud, too quiet, too you, we want them.

This is your permission slip to show up, unfiltered, unsure, unfinished.

A few things to know:

  1. Drafts only- keep it fresh and true.

2. No AI-written content or plagiarism, I can tell, and I care.

3. Use at least one image, make it fit your piece, but don't overthink it.

4. Be kind, no hate, no fake news, no cruelty.

5. Cite quotes or sources, give credit where it's due.

There's no word count, niche, or genre limit. Your story. Your way.

Want to join?

1. Follow Beyond Lines 2. Comment "Add me as a writer" below 3. Follow me (so I can send you the invite)

That's all.

No follower requirements. No fancy pitch. If you have something to say and you're willing to say it with your heart, you belong here.

I really want Beyond Lines to feel like more than a publication. I want it to feel like a long table where everyone pulls up a chair and says, "Here's what I've been holding." And someone else nods and says, "Same."

We don't need viral posts. We need real voices. Let's build something tender, messy, and kind. Let's create a corner on Medium that feels like home.

Come write with us. Come feel with us. We're not just sharing stories, we're building a community.

See you in the margins.

Lots of Love, Ally