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Sneek Peak: A self-reflective piece "My mind is a storm. Wavering from one thing to the next all to avoid being still, quiet. I know I am a wreck. An unsuspecting, coping, mass of emotions none of which are handled well within me. On the outside a picture of grace, calm, together. On the inside I feel like I am thrashing. I do not know the difference between normal and not, I was not exactly given a road map. I presume most of us were not."

The silhouette of your soul, lives in every page of my journal, covered in dust, sitting in the corner of an old attic. Our story lost, in a dark and secluded place, where no one bothers to visit. Those romantic gestures you once showed me; a mere memory, now forgotten by time. A wrinkle in a naive girl's past life.

An imaginary Person at a Water a hole writing in the moment of Real Nature.Writing about everything Nature has to offer and more.When you're reading this Imagine yourself there ,as a coping mechanisms during times of stress and think of freedom.Think of people who fought for freedom.Think of the no rights and think of people who fought for rights.Was Justice Served or was it not.The Water hole.Water cleans us.This is a refresher,That there is still hopes to make life worth living.Even just the little moments will make it all worth while.May these poems take you on a journey of what a roller-coaster life may be enjoy Paypal junaidbotha12@gmail.com

A legacy carved in silence. A story waiting to be finished. In a quiet room far from home, a man finds a bed carved with verses he never shared. Each line holds memory, grief, and unfinished truth. As he traces the wood, the silence begins to speak. Some stories aren't written. They're remembered. A poetic short story about legacy, healing, and the verses we leave behind.

Short story about the planes of death. thank you so very deeply if you took the time to read this, you're so incredibly appreciated and I wish you safe and healthy tidings, and fair winds.

A short relative poetic story of writers block.

What flows through the veins always begins with the heart.

In this really short story, the manager of a band, Hyuk reveals the truth behind why he made the band. His daunting past and mishaps have led him to where he is today. But still, he believes it's only the beginning of the story. (Short story feedback highly encouraged!!!)