Daily writing promptJot down the first thing that comes to your mind.View all responses While conversing this week about the topics gone over in my digital marketing class with a fellow classmate, about building a organic following and networking; things began to sit on my thoughts. I wonder why networking and communicating may be hard …
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Where the Light Learns to LeaveThe sky breaks softly—not in silence,but in a slow-burning confession of light.Gold spills through the ribs of clouds,like something sacred trying to escape,like a secret the horizon can’t keep anymore.The trees stand still,bare, listening—their branches inked against the fire of dawn,as if they’ve seen this beforeand know better than to …
I want to extend my sincerest and most heartfelt apologies for the significant delay in content production and the unexpected silence on my end. I recognize that my absence has likely caused disappointment, frustration, and perhaps concern among those who have been patiently waiting for new works, and for that, I am truly sorry. The …
I want to extend my sincerest and most heartfelt apologies for the significant delay in content production and the unexpected silence on my end. I recognize that my absence has likely caused disappointment, frustration, and perhaps concern among those who have been patiently waiting for new works, and for that, I am truly sorry. The …
The Friendly GhostYou said my name like it meant something,like it carried weight in your chest—but now I hear it echo back at me, hollow,like a room I should’ve never trusted.I replay the moments,searching for the fracture—was it in your smile,or in the way you never stayed long enoughfor truth to settle?I gave you the …
The Version of Sobek you never knew. #liminal #fyp #shortstory #Egyptian #SobekThe Crocodile’s Due
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The Final ReckoningThe air in the Granary of Souls is not air, but the dust of forgotten harvests, a fine, choking powder that smells of dry rot and the faint, sweet scent of decay. This is the place where abundance meets famine, the liminal space between the seed and the empty husk. The floor is …
The Ecstatic EmptinessThe air in the Chamber of Mirrors is not air, but the weight of unshed tears. It is a place of transition, a waiting room for joy that never arrives. The walls are not stone but polished obsidian, and they do not reflect your face, but the person you were before the laughter …