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Poem
Sky's Melody In hues of blue and strokes of white, The sky spreads its canvas, a majestic sight. It holds the secrets of day and night, A breathtaking spectacle, a source of delight.
Mirabel IhunwoPublished 8 months ago in PoetsSabrina Fair
memories in my pocket promise in my hands one eye in the socket that can blink on command * somewhat disconnected I'll rebuild who I am
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 8 months ago in PoetsVillage football tradition
In the heart of the tranquil countryside, where the pace of life flowed like a gentle stream, there nestled a village named Greenfield. This picturesque village was a haven of simplicity and camaraderie, where everyone knew each other's names, and where the most anticipated event of the year was the village football match.
THEOPHILUS NAGBERIPublished 8 months ago in Gamers- Top Story - September 2023
Blue
Read these first: Red Orange Yellow Green Six months after the funeral The blue couch sinks under my weight as I adjust my body again, trying to find some sort of comfort. The woman, unfortunately, focuses on watering her jungle of succulents rather than on me. Otherwise, I could blame my growing anxiety on the weight of her stare and not on what she just asked me.
Alexandria StanwyckPublished 8 months ago in Fiction The Elf and the Girl That Found a Halfing
It was a cold day in the Forgotten Realm when a priest from Neverwinter found a small Sun Elf girl covered in blood on the road near Neverwinter Wood. She was small, and couldn't have been more than a child, young for even a human's standards. She had golden eyes, and ebony hair, with sunkissed skin. The priest had heard about such elves, but none had been seen in a long time, not since the elven migration...
Hope MartinPublished 8 months ago in GamersOutstretched Arms
It’s 8:00 a.m. on Tuesday September 11th 2001. and boy do I feel good. I’m on the train headed to lower Manhattan where I work as a broker in the north tower of the World Trade Center. I love what I do and I love the people I work with. So I’m just now getting off the train with a cup of coffee and a bagel in hand. I guess you could say this is my battle gear. It gives me the energy I need to do what it is I do and now I’m headed for the towers. I’m at the plaza area of the towers and even though I walk through here everyday to get to my building the beauty of this area never gets old. I feel so lucky to work at the deluxe office in the sky. After entering the building I make my way through the war zone we commonly call the ground lobby and get inside the packed elevator.
Joe PattersonPublished 8 months ago in FictionStars
the moon bled gold last night and it spilled into the still ocean. the constellations moved into pretty pictures
The horror of love
In a quaint, isolated village nestled deep within a dense forest, there was a tale whispered among the villagers. It was a story of love, but not the kind that fills hearts with warmth and joy. No, this was a love that sent shivers down the spine, a love that had taken a dark and sinister turn.
samuel olanrelePublished 8 months ago in Horror