creative writing
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Timekeepers of the Dead
Elias Turner sat in the dim hum of the Timekeeper Unit Control Room, staring at the flickering screen before him. The digital glow illuminated his tired eyes as he scrolled through the latest anomaly reports. The Timekeepers, a covert branch… Continue reading
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The Crow Court
The cathedral loomed in the shadows, its broken spires clawing at the sky like skeletal fingers. Mara had always thought it looked haunted, a relic of an older, stranger time, and she would have never dared to enter—until tonight. Her… Continue reading
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Lungs Filled With Hope
The sun hung low in a hazy sky, dimmed by layers of smog so thick that it was difficult to imagine a time when breathing had been effortless, free. For most citizens in the mega-metropolis of New Horizon, the oxygen… Continue reading
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The Last Memory: A Drake Cipher Story
The neon haze of Nightline City blinked around Detective Drake Cipher, casting harsh reds and purples over the narrow alley where he’d stopped to breathe. He watched the passing drones glide by, sweeping the wet streets below with blue beams,… Continue reading
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People Are Imaginary
Pause & inhale the garden’s rotThe roots twist tighter, coiled in your chestA pulsating pit where shadows nest You do know, don’t you? People are imaginaryHollow mirages, flitting in your skull’s pits Pluck out your eyes, sockets raw & cleanOnly… Continue reading
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The All-Consuming Flames – Part II
It wasn’t unusual for Tommy to watch YouTube videos of fires. The other guys did it, too, and sometimes, they’d all watch them together as instructional videos. But the way Tommy was obsessively watching these videos recently was not normal.… Continue reading
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The Legend Who Loved Himself (Too Much)
Once upon a time, in the grand (but slightly shabby) nation of Blandovia, a leader rose like none other. His name was Ronald Dump, and he was a man of supreme self-confidence, endless ambition, and an unshakable conviction that every… Continue reading
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Paranoid Tide
What I thought I knew dissolvedWorn edges slipping into night’s mouthTerrible shadows crawl like inkBeasts sketched from the gaps in my mindGnashing quietly, lapping up fears This isn’t the home I dreamedWalls melt, unravel into whispersAnd the comforts of country… Continue reading
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The Great Escape of Feline Tusk
Feline Tusk was a peculiar kind of billionaire, even by the unusual standards of wealthy tech moguls. Hailing from the small, oil-slicked country of Petrostan, Tusk had earned his fortune by promising “Clean Energy for a Dirty World,” a slogan… Continue reading
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Time Collapses
Like Nights of Broken GlassThe fall happens quicklyWarning signs had alreadyBeen there, plain to seeThen, fuel to the flamesUntil everything burns Empires fall, bedlam reignsThe wheel of historyCrushes & maimsA fourth turning arrivesTIME COLLAPSES Whoever is left to pick up… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 