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Continue reading →: Morning rituals
I wake as morning stretches wide,With sleepy eyes and dreams that slide,The sunlight peeks through curtains thin,A gentle day is ushered in. I shuffle softly to the brew,Where coffee waits in quiet queue,The kettle hums, the aroma grows,A warmth that only morning knows. Cup in hand, I take a seat,The…
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Continue reading →: D-verse: Haibun Monday
Wind presses low across the hedgerows, carrying the damp breath of early spring. The fields are still half-asleep, stitched with frost and the memory of rain. Somewhere beyond the rise, a creature startles the quiet—not with caution, but with a kind of reckless ceremony. The world is turning, and he…
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Continue reading →: Don’t look behind you!
The archives room smelled faintly of dust and vinegar, the scent of time itself breaking down. I hadn’t meant to stay long—just a quick visit to scan a few editions for a research project—but the quiet hum of the microfilm reader pulled me deeper. Reel after reel flickered past: births,…
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Continue reading →: A waking dream
In twilight’s hush the shadows plush, Soft whispers drift in evening’s brush, The stars awaken, faint yet bright, And stitch their dreams into the night. A traveler walks with steady plod, Through winding paths the earth has trod, Each step a tale, each breath a beat, A quiet rhythm, slow…
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Continue reading →: A massive hissy fit of emotions
I threw a hissy fit in the middle of my own chest, kicking at ribs like they were doors that wouldn’t open, screaming at a heart that only knew how to echo your name back at me, hollow, over and over again. Grief is not quiet. They lie about that.…
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Continue reading →: Funeral today
Dad’s funeral service and cremation is today. Well the cremation service is at 4 PM, but they don’t actually cremate the body for a couple of days. The funeral mass is at 2 PM! We’ve got everything organised now. The music, whose doing the prayers and readings, bringing up gifts,…
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Continue reading →: What makes a person unique
What makes a person unique is not a single trait, but a quiet layering of many small, often unnoticed elements. It is the combination of experiences, choices, relationships, and inner thoughts that creates a pattern no one else can replicate. One of the most defining aspects of uniqueness is personal…
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Continue reading →: It started with a meeting
It started with a chance meeting on a film-set. The kind of meeting that feels insignificant at the time—two people brushing past each other between cables, coffee cups, and shouted instructions—but later rearranges the entire architecture of your life. Lena was there by accident. She wasn’t supposed to be anywhere…
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Continue reading →: A tractor ride
The old tractor hums like a tired song, Its rhythm steady, patient, long. By the water’s edge where reeds bend low, A grandfather guides it, slow… so slow. A small hand grips the weathered wheel, Not strong enough, but enough to feel The quiet power beneath their feet, The earth,…
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Continue reading →: Grief circles back
Grief circles back like an old song, A tonic note I can’t outgrow, Each silence where you should belong— Grief circles back like an old song. I hum your name to carry on, Through echoes only I can know; Grief circles back like an old song, A tonic note I…
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Continue reading →: Quiet twilight breeze
Quiet twilight breeze I ascribe soft meaning to your silence now— between words, something lingers more honest than spoken FOWC With Fandango — Ascribe – Facts, Fictions & Fantasies
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Continue reading →: spell
Under moonlight, I whisper a fragile spell that bends time and memory softly. Weekend Writing Prompt #461 – Spell | Sammi Cox
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