creative writing
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Dance With the Devil
His eyes were a rich auburn swirl, like whiskey beckoning her to indulge a taste of sin. When he smiled, she averted her gaze; inhibitions prettily dressed in flush purity. But this was no place for the innocent, where bodies gyrated and writhed in fevered rhythms to hypnotic music melting tension from the bones. She’d Continue reading
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Eye of the Night
The wind shuffled by him, carrying the weight of the day on its shoulders with a forlorn sigh. And dusk trudged behind, dragging its dark cloak of sackcloth over the dwindling light of the sun. But the city was caught in its own restless hum, in spite of the brooding murmurs that grew with the Continue reading
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Equilibrium
Distractions clamored like a boisterous riot, dragging her from the meditative white space that had coaxed words to slip through the bone cage of her thoughts. They sucked her into a violent vortex, scrambling her conscious until she could hear the mocking laughter of her demons. But within the broken spaces of that shattered silence, Continue reading
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Charlatan – Weekend Writing Prompt #101
Flaws and vices are the imperfections that make someone human. But Jasmine can find none in Paul. He’s an unorthodox creation, crafted in perfection. He always knows the right thing to say and makes her heart flutter with every romantic act. She’s powerless to the sway of his silver tongue. Addicted to the sweet poison Continue reading
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Mischief
Mischief wanted moreThan to play hiddenWithin lunar cyclesIt bled through night’s seamsWith the presenceOf a thousand snakesAnnounced itselfIn the portent of a lone wolf’s howlAnd provokedThe sun’s entanglementFrom nurturingThe pure and innocent things Continue reading
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Teach Me
Teach meHow to feelBooks only offeredEphemeral warmthLeaving behind No empathic traceIn this cold crumbling chamber I fear this world has made meToo apatheticMore misanthropicSo teach me How to feelHow to have faithBefore it’s too late Continue reading
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Incomplete
Grey dots collect —Inked trailsOf winding ellipsesUpon the rugged parchmentClouded the melancholic hueOf a verbal drought Incomplete ideasWith uncertain beginningsWithout certain endTeeter cliff’s edgeInto the roiling oblivionOf disconnected thoughts Continue reading
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Hallucination
How feather lightYour touchA warm spread of velvetOver my skinBurrowing meInto the safetyOf your intoxicating muskAnd your kissesTortuously decadent blissOf sugary blossomsTraps heated passionUnfurling within my bonesAnd I reach for youGrasping onlyYour phantom essenceStill lingeringAfter you left me behind Continue reading
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Truth
Truth appears to be– A snakeSlithering upon us From behindSinking its fangsDeep into our fleshUnapologetic and ruthless Releasing venom Coursing through our veinsAnd we fight itTending our wounds in fallacyThus we remain illFor we refuseTruth’s bitter medicine Continue reading
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Growing Apart
Your smileFades from memoryLike a forgotten polaroidAnd your laughterBears a nostalgic echoSkipping throughThe dim corridor of my thoughtsThough we promisedWe’d always be friendsOur conversationsGrow more infrequentAnd all I haveAre these vestigial reelsFlickering across my mindOf when we used to be SillyCloseTrue friendsNo one ever prepares youFor the emotional bruisesFrom g r o w i n Continue reading
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