creative writing
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When Words aren’t Enough
Sometimes, words aren’t enough. She realizes this in his wan smile before he drains his glass to give her a perfunctory nod, grunting at the bitterness burning down his throat. He says nothing as idle conversations stray by their table and that’s when her words echo back to her. Like soulless drips collecting, rippling out Continue reading
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A Midnight Wish
Mystery murmurs Low and resonant – Its strange cadence Plucks into the stillness Like a poltergeist;Presence betrayed By shuddering walls And their heaving sighs As though burdened By tales they’d eagerly share If only they could talk But those stories remain Teasing whispers Behind wooden beams Where she wishes She could stuff her doubts For only a moment Of unbruised peace and quiet Continue reading
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A Quiet Comfort
Like watching breath in motion The calligrapher inks the beginnings of a quiet soul Upon fine parchment; A soft inhale suspends itself Following his careful pause Then pools out – measured and slow As each brushstroke contours and connects to a heart of emotions that become tangible Real A lifeline immortalized For all the things Left unsaid; For the anxious thoughts Pressed between quivering lips Offering comfort To the ones Trapped within the tangles of Continue reading
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Saunter – Weekend Writing Prompt #246
Her seduction of him was never intentional. She hadn’t caught his attention with flirtatious quips or a provocative gait. It was in the breathy notes of her laughter. The citrus of her perfume that sauntered – unbidden – over his senses. In all her natural reactions that drew him to ask her name. SammiCox Continue reading
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A Lucid Yearning
Voices often ebb and flow, like quietly lapping waves at the shore, in and out of consciousness. They drift on the edge of silence; cosmic undertones strange to an ear that only knows rhythms of the wind. Of things much closer to home – the cadence and sighs of simpler routines. But imagine the world Continue reading
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Without End
Calendar pages flutter through the wind Another year twists its limbs In a dance that is quickly forgotten As it grows more distant A glimmering speck Unseen At the threshold of time That continues in its unbroken way— Solemn and impartial— While some will its hands To reset to their desires; Resolutions gathered In an abundance of wishes and prayers Between hands, lips and hearts Eager to carve boundless Continue reading
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The Curious You
You seemed a creation of waves and sand; The way your skin glittered in opalescent winks Under the aureate sun You spoke the language of the sea’s deep groanings That only seagulls could pacify Seashells hugged your neck Like the finest pearls And your moss-green eyes held a mysterious depth that rivalled the ocean’s; Pools I could drown in without fear of an unknown Leviathan crushing my body in its Continue reading
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Portmanteau: Weekend Writing Prompt #228
It lay in the middle of the street. Its silhouette like remains left behind after the bodies had been cleared away. As the smoke and panic receded on the midnight billows, children darted from the shadows to circle the curious object: a battered portmanteau. And a voice came from within, soft and ethereal, promising treasures Continue reading
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The Grim Reaper
The crows have gathered Wreathing across the grey sky Swollen with grief Before descending the crooked limbs Of an old oak; Bending their heads In solemn piety For the grim reaper Approaching with the shadows; Unseen to the natural eye Hooded cloak draping Grass blades tipped in crimson Bearing memory Of the place where she Continue reading
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Tortured Ritual
Prepubescent inklings — Words still too rubbery And uncertain Clumsily pressed together Like a rushed project Past its final deadline; Filled with superfluities And a noticeable panic Hedging each line; Almost every page Reveals the same Nervous writing Baring the frustrations Of a tired mind Helplessly fettered To a tortured ritual Continue reading
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