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Johnpaul Okwudili
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Stories (62/0)
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 7 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 7 days ago in Poets
WHERE THE WILDFLOWERS GROW.
In a field where the wildflowers grow, where the earth breathes freely and the sky kisses the horizon, I find myself wandering. The sun spills its golden light, caressing petals painted by nature's hand, each one a delicate brushstroke in a masterpiece of chaos and order.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 7 days ago in Poets
A DANCE WITH SHADOWS.
In the heart of the bustling city of Lumina, nestled among towering skyscrapers and neon lights, stood an old, forgotten theater. Once the crown jewel of the city’s cultural scene, the Regal Theater had fallen into disrepair, its grand facade cracked and its interior cloaked in dust and shadows. The citizens of Lumina passed it by without a second glance, oblivious to the history and secrets it held within its walls.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 7 days ago in Poets