Real Poetic
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Welcome to my imagination. ✨
I write poetry & short stories.
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- Top Story - April 2024
The Forest of Good & Evil
Long ago in Summer’s Breeze, the forest was magical. Everything was abundant, and anyone with access to the land was beautiful. Then, one nightmarish day, its grounds were cursed with bloodshed, and there were no leaves or fruit on trees anymore. A place that was once where children grew, wives blithely picked fresh produce, and teenagers explored the mystical secrets of the forest was no more.
By Real Poetic20 days ago in Fiction
Chamber of Hearts
People pleasing was an old hobby that opened the door to self neglect. Offering to pour more in the cups of others and leaving myself with droplets was the norm. It never failed to leave me feeling torn. Empty. I thought denying my own basic needs was showing that I cared deeply.
By Real Poetic2 months ago in Humans
Winners of The Secret Writer Challenge!
It’s the last day of Black History month, because it’s a leap year. I’m so grateful for that one extra day! Hooray for 29 days of celebrating Black History! I hope everyone that read through the entries got a taste of what it was like for Black people living in America during the 1800s. I absolutely love history, so this prompt was definitely my favorite so far.
By Real Poetic2 months ago in Fiction
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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 Part 7 Darlene’s worst nightmare is happening in real time. Casey isn’t about to let her go easily. He tugs her into the backseat of his car while still holding the knife to her throat. Her skin is now slightly broken. So is her hopes of making it out of the vehicle alive.
By Real Poetic2 months ago in Fiction
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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 6 Casey is infuriated by what he finds in the recovered transcript. He’s having trouble calming down, so he goes for a run in the park for an hour to blow off some steam. When he’s finished, he has a seat on an empty bench and takes out his phone and emails Nia a copy of the heartbreaking message thread. A few minutes later, she replies in disbelief.
By Real Poetic2 months ago in Fiction
