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C. M. Turner Feb 21
In the night’s still when the whippoorwill ceases his song, and only a breeze flutters through the trees—thoughts of you tiptoe through my mind, sit with me on the edge of tomorrow, that place where past and present stop to intertwine before being lost to forever.
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Alex K. Logan 14h
Sick of social media and sick of Earth’s bullshit, in general—Karen agreed to a controversial and irreversible operation that allowed her to live on Mars without an environment suit. She was finally able to read her gargantuan TBR stack of books in .
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Stefanie Simpson 20h
There was no rush like us. Electric, dangerous and wild. The tender hope in our precious connection, the thread we shared, made my body and spirit burn. I smoulder still, embers glowing in the remeberance of love.
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Lexi Lefevre 19h
We danced ancient steps through streets of stone, visited pâtisseries for nuggets of gold, hid from ruthless storms, though they passed in minutes, spread our laughter on strawberry jam & the clotted cream beneath it; in faraway dreams.
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T-Steve-wenty this way🌳❤🌸🍳 18h
I am in a window. A tree looks in at me. The naked face staring out, fallen, without leaves. How still it thinks me, no wind or rain, no visit from the wild things, no peace after storm, no sun in which to bathe. Always the same I turn the thermostat up a notch
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aran 23h
Replying to @AranPotente
The teen raised his hand to interrupt. "She's not the monster you think she is." "Have you proof?" "None. But have you proof, too?" "Enough!" Fred roared. "If any of you won't back down, at least give me some for now." Carlos wouldn't relent. "Coming?"
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C. M. Turner Feb 21
In winter’s bone, when I go searching for things once known but lost, who will be waiting at the crossroads—help gentle my journey so I can find my way home? Once it was you, the guardian of the road, standing proud and strong, but I looked back and you were gone.
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Madd Fictional Feb 21
When Brydon returned home, the house was in shambles, the babysitter was in the living room lying unconscious, face down in a cow pat and his 8-year-old daughter was brandishing a bloody baseball bat. “What the hell is this?” he asked. “The end of a fun night?”
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Tanya ✍🏻☕ 23h
It’s a dark, resonant warning, but a warning is just a challenge that hasn’t yet fulfilled its potential.
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Karen Rhodes 20h
The blackened ruins of Kilgith Castle stood sentinel over the City of Ashes, staring forlornly beyond the debris towards the Burning Sea. Battered crenellated towers, charred & broken, housed the splintered fragments of a family crest, the macabre finale of a dynasty
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Madd Fictional 19h
"I can explain everything!" "You can tell me later, honey. Right now we have to get rid of the dead body in the living room before your mother gets home." "Stop trying to be Lord God Emperor of Saving Everyone and Fixing Everything and just hear me for once, Dad!"
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C. M. Turner 24h
When your sons and your daughters reach for the sky, but hit rock bottom instead, you call yourself a failure like it’s contagious, something handed down through the ages like DNA—but the truth is some days you fall while others you stand tall. Teach your kids that.
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𝓐𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓮 Feb 21
The waiter came with the bill. Instead of handing it to Jack, she gave it to me. I was about to gesture that Jack was tonight’s paymaster, but she had a look on her face. Her hand was trembling. I followed her eyes. Something was scribbled on the bill.
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Nastasya Parker 20h
Jessie’s stitches grow smaller as her tales grow bigger. She writes to the boy that all is well. The thread she’s used to bind over her bruises starts to bulge. She tinkers with waistlines but knows it is futile.
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Neil J Hart 🖤 20h
Sadie's family were Godless. Always had been, and that was fine. But her father had hundreds of stories about The Gods and The Divine Wars. He spun them like all his other tales, but these stories were whispered, and forbidden, and came with a heavy price. 👁️
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ruben 23h
I once saw it written in the stars Our lives are more than a cosmic spark A random mess coalesced into love But we’ve lost our way and fallen short Of that empyreal heaven where we belong
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Laura Laakso 23h
I want to say that by in not believing me, he's doing more damage to my mental health than struggling to adapt to a life in the city did. But I choose to remain silent. It will make no difference whether I shout at him or argue my case with logic. He will not listen.
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Lexi Lefevre Feb 15
They call it audacity or gumption, carving angry letters around brighter eyes with a heart carrying diminished youth, forgetting who they were when the future was far and the grass greener wherever future was. Follow us to Narnia
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Eric Lahti 15h
The Digital Diva was one of those people you called when you needed a ghost in the machine. Her internal AI did most of the hacking work. What she specialized in was finding information. Unfortunately, she stumbled across something that should have been left alone.
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susan osborne 8h
written above a tombland sword with picture fields and older memories of passing through telephone dreams it's no use disguising night's drama i know it is you
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