I am tired. In the spaces between my heartbeats I find moments of silence anchored by shadows to the breath of every dawn, but this is before the daytime expels sunrise’s misty serenity and thrusts me into a place where people use my…
As if slowly pulled upright by the eerie beckons of marionette strings at the hands of a puppet master, I was dragged from dark, fitful sleep into the realm of consciousness. It was as if I had just walked through a sheet of…
Flurries of snow globe whites, caught by the clementine blush of streetlamps (like spotlights) in their descent to the base of towns draped in starlights. Vacant from your grace withering beneath weights of icy blues snow dances to the ground like unwanted…
Prompt: Discuss the idea(s) developed in by the text creator in your chosen text about the ways in which human longing shapes individuals’ lives. (Cold Personal) This personal response was inspired from another piece I have written, Experience and Innocence. This story, however, has been further developed,…
As the languid slink of tentative waves tinkled between the creases of river rocks, its wide, smooth arcs flowed in and out. The cool waves inched their way forwards with slow, hesitant motions before lightly kissing the lips of grey-speckled rocks. With the…
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