L.S. Stuart
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An artist.
Stories (3/0)
Fateful Crossings
I could compose an entire novel comprised of a tapestry of anecdotes detailing adversities overcome with my fraternal brother, Lucas. Likewise, I could craft an equally extensive opus delineating my execrable experiences with my father. Neither narrative would singularly captivate, but the moment their fates converged, the story virtually composed itself. I never intended for their trajectories to intersect, nor did I envisage turning Lucas's Saturday into a police interagation. Yet, it seemed the universe's designs superseded my own intentions. Blame the cosmos for our arrival at my father's residence during one of his frequent vacations, young, naive, and brimming with the hubris of invincibility.
By L.S. Stuart7 months ago in Humans
Love's Silent language
The day had stretched its boundaries, filling the room with a peculiar twilight—neither bright enough to stir activity nor dim enough to encourage rest. Luna stood by the window, entranced by the rain-drenched glass, her gaze tracing the zigzagging paths of water droplets. Orion, a silent companion, watched her reflection, finding solace in the melancholy beauty etched on her profile. The room cocooned them in a quiet embrace, a stage for a silent drama laden with emotions too profound for speech.
By L.S. Stuart7 months ago in Humans
The Paradox of Self
I reach my grasp towards existence, the solitary thread weaving the tapestry of thought into the essence of self, daring to disrupt its linear course as it engulfs the abstract realm of my captive mind. I force through its resistance, uncaring of its consequences, covidating the separation of body and self. Fully engulfed in a relentless pursuit of connection, I navigate the intricate labyrinth of consciousness, my footsteps echoing through the corridors of introspection. Each thought, each memory, is a potential bridge, a fragile tendril reaching out to touch the vast expanse of my being. I seek not only to understand but to merge with the enigma of self, to unravel the layers of identity that shroud my existence. I delve deeper into this existential voyage, confronted with the myriad facets of my own complexity, each a mirror reflecting a different facet of my soul. The journey exhilarating yet daunting, for I am keenly aware that in my exploration of existence, I am venturing into uncharted depths, where the very boundaries that delineate mind from self become hazy, and the core of my identity remains just as flux as before.
By L.S. Stuart7 months ago in Psyche