Category: writing
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One More Dance?
Oh yes, I like this. No, I love this. Air so thin, I can taste those familiar, desperate breaths. Wiser this time; you cleared the sidelines. Wiser this time; you locked the doors. Wiser this time; you shoved them out. But in your efforts to spare them my touch. You effort yourself right into it. …
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It Does Not Chase
Scurry, little mouse, the skies are growing blind. It spares no great attention, it feels no deep remorse. Now, if it cries, it will only paint us red. Flee, tired sparrow, to the mountains you must go. Hide within the caverns, cower between the crevices. Its stability will not betray you, so long as you…
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The Price Willingly Paid
(E): You cannot live out there, alone. No one survives, alone. It is in our nature, to require reliance as we require nurturance, to grow. How certain can you be, that you know the way on your own? (L): I don’t know.. The only thing I do know, is that I may never learn to…
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Waiting, But Always Here.
The room is silent as sunlight floods through the open window. Unlike the last time, there was light in the room. Unlike last time, I am seated right before it. My body sat firm. I sensed a great peace preparing to engulf me. Has the sun always felt this warm? A radiance as addicting as…
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Sinking Where You Stand
Bloody and bruised, Ryu stumbles up the steps to his house. Fumbling through the keys, he coughs a fit of blood onto his hands before stepping inside. Ryu looks around the quiet house and sees the kitchen light on. A sinking feeling shoots down Ryu’s spine, one that makes him wince in pain. Stumbling his…
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Gravedigger
“Having been born of grief, I think I have long since forgotten the appeal of a life that is empty.” the gravedigger mutters to the lady in white beside him. He plunges his shovel deep into the soil at his feet as he hoists it out of the growing hole he dug. “Or perhaps I…
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Remembering The Light
The blind woman reaches her hand out, placing it weakly on Mira’s shoulder. “Can you describe it to me?” she asks Mira, “The light that graces all?” A moment of silence splits the air between them as Mira considers the request of the woman. How does one describe that which seemed to be infinite, yet…