Creative
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Paradoxical Beliefs
We talk, 1 hour on the intricacies of the olive oil making process, Tomorrow I’ll forget your name, isn’t that how it is? it all comes and…
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There’s No End To That
“So.” Darian crossed his arms. “You’re leaving.” “I’m aware.” Lou remarked dryly, and turned, as if she would leave right then and there. “Wait!” He blurted out,…
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Wasted Opportunity
Beep Beep Beep Snooze? My alarm goes off for the second time. The haunting sound ringing in my ears, ruining the peaceful haven of my…
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7 a.m
There are an infinite amount of things to despise about life. However, traffic easily takes its place in the top five. I sat there; one with the…
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Right Person, Wrong Time
You will be unable to mourn me because I have not claimed any gravestone in the ground. You will bash your drum set and curse that the notes spell…
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Wasted Youth
Wasted youth. She gripped her chest, showing her tear stained face to the audience, holding her heart. Her knees were bruised and the bandages wrapped around her…
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Beneath The Surface
Silence, in soil deep. A seedling stirs from its sleep. With tender shoot and fragile root, Every fibre of its being yearns, For the warmth of the sun. …
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The Boy
CW: mention of death “Excuse me.” The tent flap was lifted open, and the three occupants squinted up simultaneously at the sudden light. “Do you know…
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Comedic Tragedy
“All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players…” ― William Shakespeare, As You Like It _____ Grief is a funny thing, ladies and…
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Eternal Roads
Inevitable, Contorted roads, shadowed lanes, endless paths. Yet, No matter how we stray, No matter how much we wander, We will all converge upon the same…
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Beyond the Archway
Stemming glacial waters, just as old as catacomb earth, the matriarch of the Castonet mountain range tends to its dewy dress. Its winding pathways are gravelly, mine shafts are…
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Venerable Honour
“Papa…” ….. “Papa!” Piercing the maimed corpse of the decrepit tenement, the first ambassador of the morning sun provoked the worn figure from his fatigued unconsciousness to the gentle…
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The Test of Time
CW: INCLUDES MENTIONS OF DEATH AND CANCER /// The marker screeched across the white board as its striking red ink marked the clean, conspicuous cut of the heavy numbers…
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Day is Breaking
Feeling fed up again? Memorising poems for class – isn’t it just exhausting? Will it even be useful for future jobs? Sometimes, you just don’t see the point of…
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I’ll Survive
I walked around the corner, shopping bag in hand. Inside, your favourite brand of apple juice. Night was falling, and with that, a gloomy blanket of mist envelops…
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Zephyr
As night fell, she sat before the dim light, quill poised over paper. But before her hand could dance, the paper lay moist, like tears shed by the parchment…
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Butterflies In The Dark
I wonder if it was worth it in the end. Working vendor, out on a stand. Lost to a crowd that forgot my name. Dark to the light that…
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Lies. Death. Deceit.
Every day I watched as that horrible red substance seeped through their shirts. My hands were rough as they rubbed against the underside of my gun. Shockwaves ran through…
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The Necromancer-Witch
The air blazes white-hot with searing energy, a spell crafted from the petals of corpse lily rafflesia, eyes of newt, drops of liquid sky, laments from lonely nights, and…
