Tag: pocket-dreams
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Smoke After Midnight
Chapter One Lavender wafted from the golden waves that framed her face as she emerged from the moon’s shadow. The streetlamp cast a soft halo around her, transforming her into a quiet constellation. Even the birds perched on the power lines hushed, as if the night itself were leaning in close to listen. She glided…
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How the Pages Got Quiet
“Notes on Losing and Finding a Voice.” I used to write on everything. Bus tickets, lab handouts, and the backs of receipts were my canvas. I even wrote on the tender skin of my palms when I had no paper available. By night, the ink bled faint blue ghosts onto my sheets. By morning, each…
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