Tickety-tock
Zenith and over, standstill.
A time doesn’t cease.
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Deasun T. Smyth
I’m a First Nations 17 year old young man, probably an old soul (not that there's anything wrong with that). I live in Saskatchewan, and I love reading, writing, conlanging, and collecting sarcastic T-shirts.
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For the Love of Samosas
Prologue Today's post is short fiction in honor of all the hassled parents trying to keep their angsty teens in line. "Bye mum! I'm not coming home for lunch today. I'll be going to Mac's with Kelvin and his buddies before we head to his house to study for a test." With that, Adam Lim careened like the Flash out of his humble HDB abode.
By Michelle Liew4 days ago in Fiction
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So very true 👍
I don't often connect with Haikus (especially since most of them aren't even written correctly), but this one, I did. I think your photo here enhances it because it reinforces that while we try to contain time to the limited construct of our own perception, it stops or slows, for no one. WELL WRITTEN!