Tag: Writing
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Our World
July 11, 2026 She knocked upon a quiet door,then stepped inside their world once more.The silence wrapped around the air,and she half-wondered, “Are you there?” She found a lonely corner’s glow,with nowhere else she wished to go.She curled up small and softly sighed,while questions gathered deep inside. Perhaps he’s busy, she confessed.Perhaps today just needed…
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The Longest Wait
July 1, 2026 The silence settles far too deep,while strangers guard your fragile sleep.Bright halls echo, cold and white,stealing you from day and night. The numbness sparked a trail of fear,and now I wish that I were near.While doctors search for what is true,my every thought still circles you. I miss your voice, your sweetest…
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The Lantern
June 24, 2026 The storm had occupied every room,hanging its damp coat across her thoughts.It darkened every window with a blurry haze. But he arrived unexpectedlyas though he were a lantern made for troubled storms.He was not loud enough to challenge the thunder,but steady enough to show herthat good men can tame wild seas. His…
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Resilience
They say that pain leaves fingerprints,that trauma marks the soul,that broken roots and shattered homesextract a heavy toll. By all accounts, I should have fallen,lost somewhere along the way,a ghost beneath a bridge at night,sleeping through the day. The odds were stacked against melong before I understood.I learned that life could wound a childbefore it…
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The Inheritance of Survival
Why is it that when someone dies, we feel compelled to bury their ugliest truths alongside them? We sweep their failures beneath the rug, polish their memories until they gleam, and tell stories that soften the sharp edges of who they really were. The day you died, a part of me died with you. I…
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When Love Made Her Brave
She folded herself into corners,quiet as dust drifting through sunbeams. The world barely noticed she existed,and her voice was never loud enoughto rise above the scattered chatterof crowded rooms. She believed her presence left little morethan a footprint in wet sand,destined to be erasedby the tide’s inevitable return. Her dreams traveled as whispers,carried on summer…
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The Devil Reached Her
She was not taken in some violent moment.No thunder split the heavens.No crimson omen bled across the sky. She disappeared quietly-through the aching hunger to be chosenby hands that only ever reached halfway.Through accepting confusionbecause even confusion felt warmerthan the loneliness echoing through her hollowed ribs. She opened her heart freely,pouring herself into thosewho drank…
