The Typewriter Story
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  • LECTURAS 9
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Concluida, Has publicado jun 13, 2019
This is a story of a person who once possessed the extra-ordinary clerical skills of typing but got severely impaired after suffering from massive stroke. Follow his frustrations and struggles as he traverse the long and difficult road of recovering his treasured ability
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Welcome to My Poetry Collection This is no ordinary book. It is a labyrinth of musings, a kaleidoscope of thoughts, and a journey into the untamed wilderness of my mind. Each page holds fragments of life's mysteries, fleeting moments of clarity, and questions without answers-all woven into an uncharted tapestry of words, emotions, and imaginings. Will you dare to wander here? Step lightly, for this is a realm where whimsy dances with introspection, where shadows stretch long, and chaos whispers secrets to those brave enough to listen. What you discover may be fragments of me-or reflections of yourself. Follow the breadcrumbs scattered through this forest of whispers, where moonlight pierces shadows, leaves crunch underfoot, and every path twists with unexpected turns. Perhaps you'll stumble upon the shadow of a forgotten dream, the echo of a question you've long avoided, or the flicker of truth hidden in the randomness of it all. But beware: not all paths lead where you expect, and some truths may demand more courage than you imagined. These pages are not merely words; they are invitations, challenges, and companions for your journey. They are windows into uncharted thoughts and mirrors reflecting the depths of your own soul. The terrain of my mind is unpredictable, the pathways steep, the vistas dizzying-and the journey, unrelenting. So, consider this your invitation to explore. I offer no promises, no certainty, and no solace for the stirrings of your heart or the truths you may uncover. Enter if you will, but tread boldly, keep your wits sharp, and your imagination sharper still. Fortune favors the daring-or so they say. Good luck, traveler.
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Bedroom Whispers

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The bedroom holds sacred territory for me. The bed, its altar. One upon which I've offered sacrifices, so many to count and recall. One upon which I currently lay as I once more pay my dues, in taps and clicks. I miss the days when the gods were content with the strokes and curves of the fluid dispenser. They seemed to have joined the fast-lane train, and thus demand new meals. While I lay down and hit the keys with a mystic rhythmic sway, I hear the sounds as they hit my ears. No. They're not forceful. Not now, at least. Like music from the slow strumming of a guitar, these sounds bring messages. And memories. And musings. And a medley, sometimes. And so it is, that I'm made to scribe. For when gods speak, their words are immortal. Oh. Wait. They're just thoughts. I thought as much.