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Sent to the nations Blessing all creation now Let breath praise the Lord
Rowan FinleyPublished 2 months ago in PoetsUNDER'touchable
I've had it. So I sit at my ol' UNDERWOOD, rapping my fingers: QWERTYUIOP. This salutation to the keyboard begins our correspondence. The [SHIFT] key is a heavy hoist, so I leave the caps on.
Gerard DiLeoPublished 2 months ago in FictionDead End Job
Sarah's first night working as a direct care aid was far from ordinary. Assigned to watch over Martha, a 65-year-old woman with a developmental disability, Sarah felt unprepared for the bizarre events that unfolded. Colleen, Martha's daughter, had mentioned Martha's occasional nighttime confusion, but nothing could have prepared Sarah for the full picture.
The Light is Cast
Unlike the rusting artefact, returning unto earth, the golden bust will long attract an interest in its worth. . With the likeness of divinity,
Between Roots and Canopy
When running for your life, you just go: choosing an itinerary is a luxury. You're hitchhiking for survival but risk being picked up by someone or something that may be worse than who or what you're running from.
Gerard DiLeoPublished 2 months ago in FictionThe Haunting Shadows: A Terrifying Fantasy Tale
Introduction: Uncovering the Mystery of the Haunting Shadows As I ventured into the dense forest of Eldoria, a sense of foreboding gripped my heart. The stories whispered by villagers about the haunting shadows that lurked within these woods replayed in my mind. With each step, the branches of the gnarled trees seemed to reach out to me, as if warning me to turn back. But my curiosity drove me forward, eager to unravel the enigma that shrouded this mystical place.
Nofal farhanPublished 2 months ago in Fictionthe sound of rain
The sound of rain on window panes constant, soothing, drip-drop-drips sends a calm into my brain as flowers drink, petals like lips
North/צפון/Tzafon
English version: Yesterday, I got lost in the south. My mind was clouded, so I couldn’t think straight. Moving forward,
Talia DevoraPublished 2 months ago in Poets