The Foreign Thought
Thou dost not doubt: Two entities gravitate, breaking bounds to meet solemnly. Thine eyes bore...
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Author: Natasha Rick
Twisted Tree
The Maple tree grows next to the aging red-bricked school. It stretches its branches as far and...
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Third of the Clock: A Short Story
The world makes a tide of my blood; Everytime it bleeds, I bleed out, unable to stop the world....
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My Practice Goal
Entire night spent collecting my thoughts. Contemplating on what I know and want.
Several moments when I lift up my head.
The dizziness spreads. The dizziness spreads.