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I used to write poems with chat gpt (mostly poems) but now i stopped it.
The silence around her heightened her thoughts as she strolled along the vacant road at 5 a.m. Her steps were slow and methodical, reflecting the weight in her heart.
By Anna2 months ago in Chapters
"A letter for tomorrow" (from Pinterest) Hello there, Unknown tomorrow. I'm not sure- If you'll come my way.
By Anna9 months ago in Poets
I am not a human playground. I am not here to entertain. I am not a way to kill time. I am not amusement for your brain.
What are you afraid of? When I was a child This question was easy I answered of bugs, of darkness, of clowns
I noticed the writing prompts on Pinterest and thought they were great. I wanted to include it in my narrative, but I couldn't because I'm still not a strong writer and have difficulty explaining the events of the story. The following are some writing prompts for which I'd like to read a narrative. I observed several pretty talented writers on vocal media, and I simply wanted to share some writing ideas with you guys.
By Anna9 months ago in Writers
After her shift ended, she left the restaurant and walked for 15 minutes before arriving at her flat. She collapsed onto her bed, closed her eyes, and sighed in exhaustion before realising that she still had assignments to complete. She then inhaled deeply and started working on her assignments.
By Anna9 months ago in Fiction
In the depths of her eyes, a universe unfurls, A cosmos of secrets, of wonders and pearls, Like galaxies swirling, their mysteries untold,
In the soft embrace of twilight's hues, A darling star, my heart pursues. A tender soul, a precious art, My world revolves around your heart.
In the realm of youth, where dreams ignite, Where passions bloom and hearts take flight, A tapestry of vibrant hues, A stage where life's grand act ensues.
In nature's grand design, a masterpiece we find, A symphony of beauty, captivating the mind. From rolling hills and mountains tall,
In the tender embrace of a mother's arms, And the strong, guiding hand of a father's charm, There lies a love so pure, so deep, so true,
By Anna10 months ago in Poets
In the tempest of the mind's cruel storm, A panic attack's fierce waves are born, A suffocating grasp on breath and soul,
