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Sixku 16-20
Welcome to another series of sixku! Sixku 16 Photo credit: Cendrine Marrouat Distant clouds— between raindrops, my memories.
Cendrine MarrouatPublished 10 months ago in PoetsDear best friend
Dear best friend, How is your writing going? I hope you are well. I know you were struggling about genre but overall, in a series or a book, there is always a genre stronger than the other that will be the marketable one your readership will be interested in.
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 10 months ago in PoetsSpoken Poetry
Hello, and good day to all. I have returned with another set of poems to share with the poets community. Next up is “Lucid Dreamer” and “Just another rant…” created and spoken by me.
Real PoeticPublished 10 months ago in PoetsAttack of Shadows
Once upon a time, in a small village nestled deep within the forest, a strange phenomenon occurred. The villagers began to notice the presence of eerie shadows lurking about, seemingly disconnected from any source of light. At first, they dismissed it as a trick of the mind or an overactive imagination, but as days turned into weeks, the shadows grew bolder, causing unrest among the people.
The Flash: High Speed Satisfaction
The Flash from DC Comics has hit theaters and boy does it deliver. It definitely packs some very high speed fun that comic fans will enjoy and it has some great nostalgia moments that will make old school DC Comics fans rejoice.
Joe PattersonPublished 10 months ago in GeeksBrooklyn ,New York
In the heart of a bustling cityscape, Where dreams take flight in a vibrant tapestry, Lies Brooklyn, a place that echoes with history,
The Stranger
Once upon a time, in a small, isolated village nestled deep within the dense forest, a chilling legend was whispered among the terrified townsfolk. It spoke of a dark stranger who wandered the shadowed pathways under the pale moonlight. This stranger, an enigma clad in a tattered black cloak, was said to bring doom and despair wherever their presence touched.
chris sundbyPublished 10 months ago in FictionThe Night of Blue Snow
He stroked the handle of the pistol. It felt so smooth, no jagged edges, no coarseness. It was unnatural. The tree behind him jabbed bark into his back through his sweater and jacket. That was an odd juxtaposition, he thought, maybe it meant something. But his thoughts faded, and his discomfort was enough to supply a gust of energy, and he pushed himself onto his own feet and headed toward the gas station.