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Johnpaul Okwudili
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DANCING WITH SHADOWS.
In the twilight hours, when the sun dips below the horizon and darkness tiptoes into the world, shadows come alive. They emerge from hidden corners, stretching long and sinuous, like ink spilled on a canvas, painting the landscape in shades of gray.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 4 days ago in Poets
WHIRLWIND OF EMOTIONS
In the quiet corners of my soul, where whispers dance like shadows upon the walls of memory, there lies a tempest, untamed. It brews with the raw essence of joy and sorrow intertwined, a whirlwind of emotions that sweeps through the landscapes of my existence.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 4 days ago in Poets
DRAGON'S HEART.
Chapter One: The Village Under Siege: In the tranquil village of Eldoria, nestled between ancient forests and rolling hills, the days passed in peaceful harmony. But that peace was shattered one fateful evening when the sky darkened, and a shadow fell over the village. The dragon, a beast of legend and terror, descended upon Eldoria, its roar shaking the very ground. Flames erupted from its mouth, setting homes ablaze and sending villagers fleeing in panic.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 4 days ago in Poets
THE PULSE OF AUTHORITY.
I. In the quiet corridors where decisions echo, Authority breathes, a pulse unseen, A rhythm of command and consequence, Measured in the weight of words, In the tilt of a head, the gaze held firm. It resides in the hush of anticipation, In the flicker of screens and the shuffle of papers, In the stillness that precedes the storm.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 4 days ago in Poets
RIPPLES OF REFLECTION
In the quiet pond of my mind, thoughts ripple gently outward, echoes of contemplation disturbing the surface of serenity. Each thought, a pebble dropped, creates concentric circles, expanding from the point of impact, rippling across the still waters.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 4 days ago in Poets