of Stardust and the Beasts
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Six Sentence Story #20 | Prompt Word: PUZZLE
Another week has passed again, and it’s time for a new six-sentence story. This week I did something a bit different… Even if, in my case, the first person was solely used because the third person took away from the story, I think it is something a lot of us can relate to on some level. The hostess of the blog-hop is GirlieOnTheEdge . Also this week has been very busy as the semester is ending and we have construction at home too. I skipped the TToT last week and unfortunately will on this week too (very important math test on Monday) but after it I will return. Rules of the hop: Write 6 sentences. No more. No less.Use the current week’s prompt word.The link is live from Wednesday at 6:00 PM until late Saturday night.Spread the word and support fellow writers! PROMPT WORD: PUZZLE…
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Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #7 | Lust
Part of my poetry collection Margins of the First Draft — Nr 7 was written when I was 14 I believe, at such age I was so serious already and writing about love and desire as if I was an old woman already. (Authors Note) Lust And maybe We could Share a kiss or two, Let our worlds align Poetry on the Margins #7 Where the Hunger Lies I must confess the dirtiest and nastiest confession of my lifetime:I have a weakness — a weakness of such extent, I am almost blushing while typing it. I just can’teversay noto chocolate cake and wine. And I often find myself thinking of youwhile I devour. There’s more of my work: All of the six-sentence stories . The Nervous Poet Entries for the SSC&B ….
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Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #3 | Immortalized
This reflection is part of Margins of the First Draft — a collection of poetry that stems from an overactive imagination and a speck of emotion. (Authors Note) Immortalized So, Today I wrote a poem Crippled by my fear That he will fade into the cruel passing of time…
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #2 | Flammable
This piece is part of Margins of the First Draft — a collection of poetry that was originally written in my teens, seems I was a very dramatic writer back then. (Authors Note Here) Flammable And I wish That my poetry was a flammable fluid With words spilling from my…
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #1 | the Beginning
The original poetry collected here was written and reshaped from my old work a few years ago. I wanted to see how much my writing style had changed after years of not writing. This is also why I wanted to add some new poetry to the original pieces that would perhaps…
Short Story | The Silence Between Us
I feel like I have nothing left to write these days. Instead of creating, I’ve been sitting on my bed in a vegetative state, guilt accumulating with every sip of wine I take. I know I should be writing—or doing something, anything. Sometimes, I catch myself simply waiting for nightfall, just so I can curl up and pretend to sleep, though occasionally, I find myself fantasizing instead.
Short Story | Absence
Any words I manage to put down feel dull and meaningless—especially compared to you, or the kind of love and admiration that has been, is, and always will be within me. I have carried it with pride, deep within my heart, shielded from the harsh realities of this world. Sometimes it feels like the purest thing I’ve ever known; other times, it feels as though I’ve sold my soul to this love, just to feel anything at all. Believe me, in the darkest times of my youth, it was the light I clung to. It was the hope that, at the end of the line, you would be there—waiting for me, arms wide open, welcoming me into the light with your embrace.I felt your absence more deeply than I have ever felt anything before.