creative writing
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Life’s Bitter Betrayal
That was the folly of youth. Purity made us gullible. Believing in Santas and perfectly gallant princes. In a supernatural big brother who’d protect us if we prayed hard enough. In endings that glittered gold and futures paved in verdant optimism. But then reality stalked in, like Sam the bully from middle school, and sucker Continue reading
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Inside the Coffee Shop
Their chatter runs light and low, like an ambient track idly playing in the background. While the smell of coffee, rich and addictively fragrant, infuses the lax air with its bittersweet levity. Inside the coffee shop, cozy with its rustic design; polished wood tables and padded leather chairs, my gaze roves face after face in Continue reading
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Shooting Stars
Shooting stars Speckled the sky As though the moon Shook loose her pockets Stacked heavy With iridescent plumes Of delight And tulip-soft dreams Ushered on charitable zephyrs For the wandering beggars beneath Frozen in marveling clusters A collective desire Lighting their rapt faces Anxious for the fiery trails And their effervescent blaze To burn life Continue reading
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Behind The Smile
A smile could blanket More than a thousand lies Innocuous subterfuge Like strips of gauze plastered Over gaping wounds Flimsy yet enduring To hide the hurt Behind quivering lines To mask Even the insidious Within the gossamer allure Of benevolence How likely is it That each posed smile Holds the candid sincerity Of true mirth? Continue reading
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Awaiting Miracles
Awaiting miracles — Like an oasis stumbled upon Settling heaving, thirsty gasps In an arid, scorching desert Or like plucking flowers Velvet petals flourishing Through the cracked earth Of barren plains Blossoms promising A fecund end So I await The silver arms that Hug grey clouds’ edge Hinting a nourishing rain Where my words will Continue reading
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Sublime Encounter
A boy Washed ashore her dreams Naked and nameless Translucent skin gleaming With iridescent scales Like orient jewels winking In the moon’s Alabaster downlight A sublime encounter Rapturing her senses In the mystery Of his agate eyes And quaint smile There were no words Between them Only curious touches Of hesitant fingertips to skin And Continue reading
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Grimace – Weekend Writing Prompt #114
Something was wrong. Maxwell’s voice wasn’t the same chipper pitch she knew. She could hear the grimace in his even tone. She swallowed, “Are you okay?” “Olivia…this might be my last phone call.” It took me a few tries before I found something to be solid enough (I think) for this prompt. Another challenging one; Continue reading
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Myopic Bliss
Our eyes miss the magic Shimmers of fairy dust Tickling sneezes and sniffles In the crisp summer air Traces of the ethereal Hidden within dimensions Beyond the myopic sense To only believe What can be seen Perhaps it’s bliss To mistake chilling whispers At our ear Or playful tousles of our hair As mere tricks Continue reading
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Distant Romance
She always woke up to his back. A dark, sprawling plain of smooth skin, sinews taut beneath her hovering fingers. Just once, she wanted to see his face and search the vulnerability that would slip from the seamless shadow of sleep. But somehow, the distance between them felt too great for her to simply reach Continue reading
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Wooden Heart
Sentience didn’t make her human. She observed her difference in the affected flex and click of her wooden fingers. Her body didn’t carry life’s reverberating pulse with circadian rhythm. She just was. A few twists of the rusted key in her back, cranked animation through her limp limbs and she could talk, if he wanted Continue reading
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