creative writing
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Christmas Eve’s Specter
Beneath the moon’s icy glowA phantom stirs where shadows grow It treads the halls in spectral whiteA silent watcher of the night Its hollow eyes, a mournful pleaFor peace it seeks eternally Each Christmas Eve, it fades awayYet leaves a… Continue reading
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On My Father’s Birthday
I think of my father on his birthday todayThe legacy he forged in his own wayThe battles we fought, the words we exchangedThe rare tender moments, both heartfelt & strange Though we clashed & butt heads, as fathers and sons… Continue reading
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The Tree That Started At All
The crash echoed through Sophie’s tiny apartment, followed by a muffled curse. She stared at the toppled Christmas tree, ornaments strewn like glittering casualties across the floor. Her first Christmas in her new place wasn’t going as planned. A knock… Continue reading
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Under the Mistletoe
Beth loathed the office Christmas parties, their hollow cheer, stale garlands, and forced laughter that echoed too sharply off sterile walls. But this year, something felt off. Shadows seemed to pool deeper in the corners, the flicker of the fluorescent… Continue reading
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The Watcher’s Tapes – Part VII: Recordings
Elliot stood in the dim light of his kitchen, staring at the box of tapes on the counter. They felt heavier now than they had when he first brought them home, as though they carried the weight of all the… Continue reading
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A Candle on Christmas Eve
Every Christmas Eve, Alexandra lit a candle in the frost-rimmed window of her crumbling Victorian home. It was more than tradition; her grandmother had whispered that the flame would guide lost souls back to where they belonged. It had burned… Continue reading
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The Watcher’s Tapes – Part VI: The Final Tape
Questions had consumed Elliot’s life. Who was Arthur Caldwell? Why had the tapes fallen into his hands? And what was real anymore? The stranger’s visit had only deepened the mystery. The man had called himself Caleb Caldwell, Arthur’s son, and… Continue reading
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The Dreamweaver’s Crossing
Dr. Mira Feld sat at her desk, sifting through a stack of patient notes. Her latest session with Julian had been strange—stranger than usual. Julian was a prolific dreamer, prone to intricate stories of soaring mountains, glittering oceans, and cities… Continue reading
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The Watcher’s Tapes – Part V: The Unraveling
It had been two weeks since he discovered the box of tapes, and every moment since felt like slipping further into someone else’s story. The footage of Arthur Caldwell standing outside the hospital still haunted him—those whispered words, “You’re ready… Continue reading
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The Locket
The train station buzzed with life, a blur of motion and noise as commuters bustled toward destinations both mundane and monumental. Clara clutched her scarf tighter against the chill that seemed to seep into her bones. Her mind raced—she was… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 