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@Scarletwrite
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1,657subscribers
+9 since we began measuring on 8 August 2026
Risers and fallers across the register · movement among entries of 1,000–3,162.
| Telegram ID | -1001589979278 |
|---|---|
| Type | Channel |
| Username | @Scarletwrite |
| Created | Between 1 August 2021 and 28 February 2023— estimated from Telegram’s id allocation, not measured. How this range is calculated. |
| First recorded | 8 August 2026 |
| Last confirmed live | 14 August 2026 |
| Measurements held | 4 |
| Confirmed unchanged | 1 time, most recently 14 August 2026 |
| On Telegram | t.me/Scarletwrite |
| Measured (UTC) | Subscribers | Change |
|---|---|---|
| 14 Aug 2026, 22:27 | 1,657 | +1 |
| 11 Aug 2026, 12:54 | 1,656 | +9 |
| 8 Aug 2026, 08:53 | 1,647 | -1 |
| 8 Aug 2026, 04:33 | 1,648 | first reading |
20 posts held, back to 15 January 2026 — the reader has not yet reached the start of this channel’s public history, so older posts may sit further back, unread. Read across 1 pageof Telegram’s post history, 20 posts per page.
Nothing published in the last 30 days. ERR and ER are rolling 30-day measures, so there is nothing to compute — we hold 20 posts for this entry, the most recent from 18 May 2026. An engagement rate over an empty window would be a number about nothing.
Dear Unthinkable Times Dear Unthinkable Times, Too many days, I wonder what trajectory or shape you'd take. I do not mean to awaken you from a dream you've not yet had, nor from a journey you've not yet walked. I've gambled with sleep to live in the delusions of when you'll possess me, baptize me, and mollify me into you. See, I've made bets with worlds that paired through my retina. The other day, I had slept wit…
Petitio Principii If life were served on a plate and tasted with the tongue, would you retreat at the first touch? Would you spit it out with vigour, summon the town crier to warn that none should drink of it? Would that small taste burn your tongue, crawl to your belly, and leave something in you hollow? Or would it be heavenly incomprehensible? Would you taste the wind, sand, rust, and everything dissolving slowl…
Tuesday, April. 20th What brings me peace this time is that my return to solitude carries no bitterness. No disappointment, no wounds, no grievance against the world. I have simply found, remembered rather, that I am not myself without it. And I've had this rotten character for sometime, which I boasted about, found pleasure in my ability to turn it on: how the best chance anyone who has hurt me has to redeeming the…
The Tool That Does Not Exist I carried the premonition in my teeth for several days, a quiet, gnawing instinct telling me to reach out to you. I failed, of course. Then you stepped off the fourth-tallest bridge in the country—the exact steel construct where Vin Diesel jumped a Corvette into the void in the movie XXX. You left us behind in the sudden quiet, and we swallowed those distinct, hollow maybe if I had only …
Give me the cunning of kings, and the fever of those who kneel. the knowledge sealed in holy chambers, and a heart that has not learned restraint. Grant me the scattered beauty of the earth, and the abyssal bleakness of space. the lucid gaze of one who watches, and the dreamer’s reckless grace. Offer me the dampness of a saint, and the brutality of a tyrant. the damnation of a sword, and the endurance of a swordsmi…
I won't just stand here watching you fall and if I'm not capable of holding you, to steady the ground beneath your feet then I'll take the fall with you, plunge to the depths you're willing to go and embrace the gravity of risks. I can't let you go where I won't be, I won't allow this distance— where you're whispering to yourself and they can't reach me, only silence I know nothing to do with, letting you survive on…
Stream of Consciousness The soulless face the world sees often hides a turbulent, ambiguous, daunting, sometimes beautiful, sometimes a madhouse world within. She, like many a woman beautiful in all the right places, with hair as dark as clotted blood, born of two races, belonged to nowhere. She knew from quiet earlier on that in a world so big, with fringes, mountains, and hills, you could never truly know what mi…
Not so long ago, a boy was born in a huge town, with bright eyes that shone like the sun spilling through clouds, and a heart that stretched out from his chest, ravaging through the town like millions of octopuses. The trees bowed at his presence. Where his legs couldn’t reach, the wind carried through, and soon after he had grown to be favoured by the townspeople, and the elders gathered up and suggested, “We would …
Good Sadness There’s such a thing as good sadness. I tell you, there is. It is sometimes a result of the mixture of different emotions. It sometimes occurs when you hug a toddler. It is the coldness sitting on your chest amidst your prayers. It looks like you when traveling a long, long distance from home. It feels like emptiness with a rainbow. It makes you feel light, as though the world is a vast space and you're…
love your kids while they are young. Build sandcastles with them, teach them kindly. buy them gifts, sing along with them, read them bedtime stories, and kiss them tenderly to sleep. love your kids while they are still yours. assist them to nurture their growing wings, and teach them to love themselves before they step into the world and they are told what they are not, before they start questioning everything, befo…
On Behalf of Myself and The Rest Dearest brain eaters, please refrain from using the AI abbreviation bar (or whatever it’s called) sitting at the top right of every long piece. It doesn’t understand perfectly, nor does it summarize rightly. You will begin to lose your foresight. It will offer you stones for bread and empty, plain shells for beauty. It will reduce your sugar level to below average, your heart will b…
RELIEF Oh my, it's a beautiful morning! A bird is pissing on the rooftop. I hear its sigh as he flies across, and I know it's a goddamn relief. My hand deep in the dishwasher, searching for never-finished spoons. The bubbles—a goblet of colors. What a spectacle when things are beautiful without trying. This sight is a relief. I attend meetings to contribute my opinions, not because I love talking. I'd rather lie o…
Showing the 12 most recent of 20 posts we hold for @Scarletwrite. View and reaction counts are the latest single reading for each post, not a live figure, and a recent post is still accumulating both. A view count marked ≈ was rounded by Telegram before we ever saw it — t.me prints views in full below 1,000 and to three significant figures above, so ≈1,200,000 means somewhere between 1,150,000 and 1,249,999. Unmarked counts are exact. Text is reproduced from the public post preview and truncated for length.
Citation-graph rank — 766,682 of 1,481,243entries in the measured graph. A weighted position computed from the forward and mention edges below — republished posts weigh more than named mentions — and recomputed periodically, over the whole graph. Published only as this ordinal position, never as a score: a position is a fact, and a score printed beside one channel’s name would read as a verdict this register does not make. The two counts beneath stay separate for the same reason mentions are never summed with forwards anywhere else on this page — a named-by count costs nothing to manufacture. The top 100 by this measure, or how it is computed.
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“The Hermit” (@Scarletwrite), 1,657 subscribers as measured 14 August 2026. Telegram Register, tgregister.com/channel/Scarletwrite.
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