creative writing
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Midnight at the Graveyard Gate
The gate began to groan at twelveA breathless hinge from shadow’s shelveMist curled like fingers through the barsClutching dreams & silver stars She came in silence, pale & thinWith candlelight beneath her skinA ghost not bound by death or boneBut… Continue reading
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Fragments, 4.11.25
What road lies beneath no footYet consumes every wanderer whole?It leads nowhereBut none return *** Who speaks with no voiceIs prayed to with no nameAnd sees with no eyesYet is carved in every mind? *** What mouth splits wide with… Continue reading
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Grandma’s Thrift & Bone
The sign out front said “GRANDMA’S THRIFT & BONE – UNDEAD GOODS, AMAZING PRICES!” in flaking paint and what might have been coagulated blood. Beneath it, a handwritten chalkboard cheerfully advertised: TODAY’S SPECIAL: BUY ONE SKULL, GET A FREE TIBIA!… Continue reading
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This Land Is My Land (Unless It’s Gated)
Johnny Appleseed woke behind a Taco Bell dumpster with apple seeds in his beard and a parking ticket stapled to his tunic. The year was 2025, the air smelled faintly of vape juice and synthetic optimism, and Johnny was—once again—an… Continue reading
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Fragments, 4.8.25
While idling in traffic on my way to work, a young man in the car beside me motioned for me to roll down my window. His eyes were glassy—between high and haunted—and the muffled thump of rap music pulsed from… Continue reading
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Joy Walks Silently
Live in joy, though shadows creepIn peace that roots the soul so deepEven where the storm winds doubleFind stillness born of ancient sleep Walk through fire with feet unburnedThe path unseen, but deeply learnedAmong the ash where sorrow lingersLight weaves… Continue reading
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An Endless Spring
Love yourself & rise anewIn all you dream & all you doBe awake in thought & flameThrough shifting stars & sacred name Today is breath, a whispered lightTomorrow waits in silver nightAnd always, ever, soul shall singA holy fire, an… Continue reading
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Sky Dares Me To Speak
Lonely road aheadSunlight burns into my faceSky dares me to speak The wind aches with loveWhispers stitched in drifting leavesNot meant for just ears Unhuman and vastCells and roots in silent codeConverse with the trees Beneath all of thisA hollow… Continue reading
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An Empty Hand To Kneel To
At midlife, a mirror grows & speaksIts tongue made of fog, its voice a bellWe count regrets like coins in sleepThe brilliance fades, & that’s the spell Through seasons sewn in wax & glassWe walk the halls of things undoneA… Continue reading
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WP Writing Prompt: The Worst Pets
Jeez, the list for this could be long. Practically speaking, many animals in the wild would make terrible pets. Lions and tigers and bears, oh my! Perhaps what’s more annoying is having an animal that should make a good pet… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 