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Deborah Wynne Jul 13
It’s a good omen when swallows murmur. They appear as pixelated smoke against coral & eggplant skies. Swooping & swirling in precise maneuvers, they create an auspicious whoosh of gifts. When feathered corpses are found one morn, it’s certain evil has arrived.
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Karimeh Jul 12
Ilva, goddess of dying things, is gifted houseplants from Lasmi, goddess of bad gifts. Ilva finds them , tending to them daily and whispering horrid little nothings as she prunes. Her halls fill with wasting vines and sickly leaves. She has never been happier.
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JuLiAn 📉📈📉📈 Jul 13
I thought this is what was trending
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Kelvin Rodrigues Jul 13
“He was a bit of a nutter, wasn’t he, sir?” “Who is, Haskins?” “Freddie Jupiter, the Queen singer.” “What makes you say that?” “I’m listening to his song, and there’s nothing about gold or diamonds or anything.” “What song are you listening to?” “Under .”
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DeRicki Johnson Jul 12
I’m trapped In the beehive Of a failed Society My soul Longing For the chance That I be free I am used Mechanically A cog In soulless gears To season Rich men’s Gruel of greed With my salty tears
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Nicklaus Kruger Jul 12
Grim really didn't want to be that kind of dragon. He was sophisticated. Smart. Witty. And he had a vast hoard of glittering gold and gems. The theft of one little ring shouldn't bother him. He sighed with regret, and fire rained down on the kingdoms of men.
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Helen Laycock Jul 13
He was my brother. My best friend. I had loved him raw, rubbed his velvet into my face, inhaled his earthy must and, even after his skin thinned and split, even after he lost all sight... to me, Teddy was still the most thing in the world. RIP Whisker Ted
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J.E. Remy 💗💛💙 Jul 12
Photos of the day they spent on the pier. The silly stuffed animals he would bring home every now and again, just because he was thinking of her. The movie ticket from their first date. The framed copy of their vows. Everything she held , taken by the flames.
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Bre's Closet🛍 Jul 13
I thought was talking bout this 😂🤷🏽‍♀️
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mapdevil 🇬🇷🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 Jul 12
"Check under the bed, Mummy! And the wardrobe!" I do as I am bid, and kiss her. "Sleep tight, my . There's nothing to scare you. You're perfectly safe. No monsters here." I close the window against the sun. Nowadays we sleep in the light. To be alert in the dark.
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Indigenous Soul Jul 12
"There's little left", the homeowner said as he looked into the gaping maw of a sinkhole where his home used to be. He'd heard a story on the fake news about the aquifer being exhausted. He'd become another victim of the unsustainability of life these days.
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Indigenous Soul Jul 12
She kept her heirlooms in a cabinet by the window. Tonight by the light of the moon she would don her finery yet again. He would come and they'd dance on the balcony. The tryst would go on until sunrise. Her heart fluttered like a butterfly.
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Alva Holland Jul 12
When you remember a moment in time so that you don't speak about it in case releasing it to the world will somehow diminish its purity, its privacy, its closeness, its intensity, & while you want to share it you realise its beauty is in the keeping of it inside.
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Jacqueline Firkins Jul 12
Goldilocks was a girl quite nightmarish, With a flair for despairing the bear-ish. “With my behind, I’m disinclined to unwind On seat that’s too garish to chair-ish.”
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Matabu Jul 12
The ghost of him had hours to try to explain, to express. He watched her reach absently for her wine glass, touch it to her lips before realising it was empty. She looked up then, he knew that she would, she always looked up for a refill, looked up and saw him.
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Charlotte O’Farrell Jul 12
Eyes closed, he looked peaceful. She clipped locks of his hair, fingernails, even an eyelash. memories. Outside, she could hear his fans at their candlelight vigil, crying and singing his songs. She grinned, imagining how much they’d pay for these treasures.
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ADHorror Jul 12
He peeled back his lips to reveal empty, scarred gums.What to wear? He perused his collection selecting baboon canines and a set of human baby teeth he collected that week from the hospital mortuary. He forced each root into his raw, bleeding gums and smiled.
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Dzintra Sullivan - Author Jul 12
The cold floor hit harder than normal, his anger was intense as the screeching continued. Lifting her hand she felt the blood mixed with tears rolling silently down her broken face "You're not fuckin " he slurred. 'Hold on' told herself 'It'll be over soon.'
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Andrea A. ☄ Jul 12
I hold your hand tightly, , as they wheeled you down the hallway one final time. I pleaded for you to return to me. You never did. They tell me I can go no further but I can't let go. "We'll take good care of her," they said. "Her organs will save a lot of lives."
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Carrie Jul 12
GEM It’s so when kids use the wrong word and still make sense. One afternoon, our 5yo and 3yo were making daisy chains in the garden. Suddenly our 6yo shouted, “Mummy, he picked a daisy without the handle!” It took me a while to realise she meant ‘stem.’
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