Tag: writing
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Forbidden Love at Sea
The storm claws at my ship, but it pales next to the tempest raging within me. A fortune awaits in Havana, where lords, bloated on rum and silk, promised gold enough to drown in. All I must do is deliver my captive alive. I caught it. BloodBeard never fails. Yet, here I stand, undone. My…
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Little Victories (or, How I Learned to Illuminate My Own Day)
I am acutely aware of my procrastination. Responsibilities, assignments, and unread emails linger at the edges of my mind, growing bolder with every moment I ignore them. Today, like most days, I find myself pushing them aside. Perhaps I’m avoiding stress, or maybe I’m subconsciously trying to delay outcomes that I fear. Deep down, I…
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Tangled In The Hush
Living in a dark world,I learned the shape of silence,rooms that echoed only my own breathing,cold pillow pressed to my cheek.I craved warmth, comfort,but sleep came salted, heavy-eyed. Some nights,the thought of vanishing felt gentle,a way to slip through solitude,into something soft,certainty curling beneath my ribs.A painful sweet dream,a siren calling from the deep. I…
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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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