creative writing
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One-Eyed Town
Spinning circles in this one-eyed townWhere the buildings lean like drunks in prayerAnd shadows wear the faces of strangersThe road to the barn is black with secretsIt reeks of scorched dreams & damp furSomewhere out there, the night-circus humsTheir voices… Continue reading
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The Curse of the Writer
Many believe a writer’s life is divineA blessing wrapped in muses & rhymeBut being a scribe is more like a diseaseA hunger that grows & is never appeased We carve out words, yet they never sufficeChasing wild dreams at an… Continue reading
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The Glow of Christmas Love
Beneath the twinkle of December’s skyWhere snowflakes dance & dreams soar highA warmth blooms bright, a timeless cheerThe joy of loved ones gathered near The crackle of logs in the fireplace humsAs hearts unite where laughter comesWith every smile, the… Continue reading
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A Very Dysfunctional White Elephant
The Hensley family Christmas was always a volatile affair, but this year promised to be especially catastrophic. Aunt Carol, freshly divorced, arrived with a bottle of merlot she refused to share. Uncle Greg had already dipped into his “festive flask,”… Continue reading
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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
God Is In The Radio 