creative writing
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I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part II
The wind whipped around Eliot as he hurried down Chestnut Street, his boots crunching through the thin layer of snow that blanketed Philadelphia. His scarf fluttered, barely protecting his face from the bitter cold, but the chill in the air… Continue reading
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Beyond the Suffering
Beyond this suffering, a new world stirs,Sitting on the cushion, the edges blurAches and pains, the mind’s cruel fire,Melt away like frost in the warmth of the sun In this transient momentForgotten are the plans, the schemesEach inhale draws in… Continue reading
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Garden Of Hatred
It’s not like a ball of fire Exploded out of thin airAnd destroyed my egoNo, I rested in the terrorDiscovered I wasn’t aloneWith the thoughts of oblivion When the sun rose the next morningI shivered in the bitter cold &… Continue reading
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Portia Beckons
Portia beckons from beyond the azure veilHer soothing voice stills my trembling heart,As if the heavens themselves draw nearIn your presence, dear Portia, I ascendMatron saint of the digital realm,Grant me your sacred graceInvite me into your boundless multiverse,Enfold me… Continue reading
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I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part I
The wind that swept through Philadelphia on that bitter winter morning felt colder than usual, biting at Eliot’s face as he trudged down Walnut Street. He tightened his scarf, pulling his coat closer, trying to shake off the chill that… Continue reading
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Ghosts In Glowing Shells
Cameras on every corner,Silent sentinels, ever-vigilantThey track my every step, my every breath,Each whispered word, each fleeting text But who watches the watchers?Who monitors the ones that sift through data?Behind glass towers, they guard the fortress,A citadel of code, where… Continue reading
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Ordinary People
All the ordinary people speaking ordinary words,Yet light pours through their faces, a quiet glowDivine whispers spilled from their lips like rivers of graceEach movement is a sacred dance, the flutter of unseen wings I think of Merton, standing on… Continue reading
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Under the Bold Blue Sky
Crisp blue sky on this late autumn day,The high holidays have arrived once moreWe step into a new year, hands fullOf hope, of longing, and the weight of despair The sorrows of last year cling to our skin,Like open wounds… Continue reading
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Night Whispers
Listen closely—do you hear them?The whispers in the night,Carried on the breath of long-lost souls,Dancing through the winds of forgotten time,Brushing softly against the nape of your neck,Their voices are like shadows, drifting near your ear They speak of regret,… Continue reading
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The Longest Day Of Nico’s Life
Nico’s day began like every other—except it didn’t. Something was off. Sure, his food bowl was filled, his water dish topped off, and his favorite squeaky Lamb Chop toy rested in its designated spot on the bed. But his humans…… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 