creative writing
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Staying Alive
Rupert’s hand would always go to his pocket when his sensibilities strayed too far beyond the fray. His focus would glaze, amber irises dimming like the telltale signs of life slowly ebbing from a character in a tragic film. He’d rub the things sheltered in his left pocket. Three rubiginous balls. Cold, plastic shells cocooning Continue reading
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A Place to Belong
I could hear its dragging steps Through the shadowy streets Beneath the moon’s ivory gaze Its forlorn wail Like a wolf’s stricken howl As it searched— For what I wonder? I followed its path Felt its cold touch Graze my hand then slip away If I could I’d have merged myself With the wind And Continue reading
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Prisoner
Prisoner — Of my own mind Banished to the black gorge Where dubious whispers And anxious fears Crawl the looming shadows Breathing hot against my neck Weighing my shoulders like lead And these clouded sockets— Tired and glazed Cannot see beyond the grey Fractured Disillusioned By the madness Blind to the guiding light Of radiant Continue reading
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The Pearl
It was almost elusive to her: the pearl clutched in her palm. It was like a tangible manifestation of the hopes and dreams held close to her heart. Attainable and within reach; though her wishes weren’t as dainty nor as small. To those around her, friends and family alike, her dreams were far-fetched and laughable. Continue reading
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Unwilling to Die
Rust collects within crevices Of these dried bones Striped with rotting sinews That have mostly forgotten The familiar mechanics Of wrapping around a pen Consumed by adrenaline The rush of creative flow Peppering through veins Enlivening still marrow To the mind’s spontaneous wiles But now these bones lay Frozen in a curled pose Of that Continue reading
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Heart of Nature
Could this rain know greed? Though apathetic with its Monotone voice That never changes Despite its lilting intensity When its frigid teeth Bite into our flesh Gnawing and tearing At the earth with an Almost carnivorous intensity Unrelenting ‘Til its bosom heaves On a satisfied breath Is it greed? Perhaps the sins Thought to have Continue reading
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Museum – Weekend Writing Prompt #122
There was an old museum set for demolition in a few days. But no-one cared for the history preserved inside. Some thought it should’ve been destroyed a long time ago for its preservation of faces from a generation lost and forgotten to time. It was nothing like viewing the preserved skin and bones of animals. Continue reading
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Vintage – Weekend Writing Prompt #120
She was an old soul tossed through a cacophony of shallow voices. A vintage heart lost in the blur of transient faces. I wish the word count was a bit more for this one. Vintage is such a beautiful word; it’s like popping open a champagne bottle and ideas just froth and bubble in eager Continue reading
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Tinker – Weekend Writing Prompt #119
There were some people who couldn’t leave others alone. Julius had a natural curiosity towards people; he’d wave and smile at them. Strike up random conversations with an enviable disarming prowess that eased any doubt. He tinkered with the trappings that kept them in their shells and drew them out. Naturally, he was popular. But Continue reading
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Serpent’s Disguise
Reptilian scales shifted Like sequins shimmering Beneath the pellucid flesh Of your mouth Mesmerizingly twisted With benevolent charm Shrouding malevolent gleams Of fangs behind your perfect Cupid’s bow Holding back the arrow Of your split tongue Dipped in silver Slithering smooth Over sultry rhyme Almost hypnotizing reason Pierced through the heart But the venom Only Continue reading
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