I Am a Hopeless RomanticA Reflection of my HeartThere are days when my journey feels like walking a vast, unforgiving road, where loss rises around me like a storm and my emotions spin wild and fierce, as if caught inside a tornado I cannot escape. Everything feels scattered, uncertain, and overwhelming. Yet somehow, step by …
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Where the Heart Learns to StayWhere the Heart Learns to Stay
When Morning Finds Its WingsWhen Morning Finds Its Wings
Where the City Meets the WaterBlue stretches wide where the shoreline sleeps,A quiet city breathing beyond the trees.Docks lean into the water like patient thoughts,Waiting for boats, for laughter, for summer’s return.The lake holds the sky in steady hands,Ripples carrying whispers of passing wind,While distant homes rest in soft afternoon light,Guardians of stories told on …
The Ghost of Bronze and ScarletIf the ghosts of ancient Sparta were to walk among us today, I don’t think they would be found on a movie set, muscles glistening under fake oil. I think they would be utterly horrified. Their entire identity was forged in the crucible of a single, brutal idea: total dedication …
Daily Prompt #16Daily writing promptShare one of the best gifts you’ve ever received.View all responsesOne of the best gifts I’ve ever received was in 2021, and it wasn’t something flashy or expensive — it was a Darth Vader ornament from 1997. At first glance it might seem like just a piece of nostalgia hanging on …
Hidden Blood Part 12 - AniseThe silence left behind was not silence at all.It was a held breath. The forest had taken something in, and now refused to give it back. Anise found she could hear everything—the scrape of Thygon’s boot in the dirt, the frantic drum of her own heart, the minute cracks in …
Composure in the StormSometimes the battle with depression is misunderstood as something purely destructive, but there are moments when it becomes a strange kind of teacher. It forces you to slow down, to confront truths you might otherwise avoid, to sit in the quiet and listen to what hurts beneath the surface. The struggle itself …
Hidden Blood Part 11 - ThygonHidden Blood Part 11 - Thygon
The Barque of the Hidden SunThe world was nothing, silent, deep,A cosmic, endless, darkling sleep,Before the first dawn learned to break,For the Hidden One’s own sake.Then rose a sound, a whispered word,A golden voice, the first one heard.From Nun’s dull waters, vast and cold,A mound of earth began to bold.And on that mound, in primal …