Acrostic
500 dollar
Five hundred dollars, crisp and green, a promise of possibilities, a key to dreams yet unseen. It whispers of choices, a chance to start anew, a taste of freedom, a different view. It's not just currency, it's a spark, a catalyst, a chance to leave a mark.
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
Shadows of the Moon
The moon hung low in the velvety night sky, its silver light casting eerie shadows over the quiet town of Ravenswood. Nestled between sprawling forests, the town seemed ordinary during the day, but on full moon nights, it became a different place altogether. For as long as the townsfolk could remember, strange whispers, ghostly figures, and haunting cries plagued those who ventured out after dark.
By Israt Jahan Anika2 years ago in Poets
