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Lost

A girl lost in her own mind Trapped by thoughts she cannot unwind. Her fears and doubts consume her soul, And she feels like she’s losing control.   She tries to escape, but can’t break free, From the darkness that surrounds thee. But through the pain and endless strife, She finds a glimmer of hope …

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Dreaming

The soft glow of the moon illuminates the forest, rivers of black sky pouring like ink through the branches, the ground flickering and rising up to meet it. The sound of leaves rustling and branches snapping underfoot rises up around me like waves swelling in a storm, the sound enveloping me, a chorus of voices …

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The Watchers

The trees whisper ancient tales of friendship and battle, weaving their branches through the canvas of leaves above us, watching, waiting, as the children venture through their midst. Drifting through the woods like the shadows themselves, sinister and silent, we watch them, too. Our curiosity gets the better of us sometimes. We become the air, …

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Worlds Collide

Hazel shivered, the bitter night air creeping through her clothes, sinking into the pit of her stomach. The deserted streets echoed with the chorus of creaking doors and rustling leaves. She couldn’t help but think someone was watching her as she approached the graveyard. The foul stench of death wafted through the air, lingering around …

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Territoris

The fragments of glass framed the moon in its unearthly beauty. Wisps of smoke and cloud danced before it, phantoms in the breeze, to a haunting melody. Jagged buildings towered ominously over narrow roads, paved with stones the colour of ash. Resounding through the silence were footsteps, quiet and soft against the wooden floors. Prising …

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8:55

Science Fiction: 8:55 It was one of these mornings… A faint ringing grows louder and louder. Impatiently I ask, “Alexa, what’s the time?” “The time is 8.55.” It can’t be! I can’t be late- again! I am sure I set my alarm for 7:00. “Alexa, why didn’t you wake me up?”  “Sorry, I can’t help …

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The Stream

The churning and gurgling as the rushing stream swept over the rocks. Bees danced merrily among the wildflowers tickling the surface of the water. Ever flowing, ever changing, the stream moved on through the seasons. A shout disturbed the tranquil scenery. Voices rose out of the chattering of the birds and the crashing of the …

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