Tag: my writing

Never Ending

I don’t know when the world will end. Years of constant turmoils and the raging echoes of doom looming over the horizon has brought nothing but the search for any signs of hope. We have forgotten to search deep within ourselves and have turned to external sources that gives us some sense of warmth. We

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As Told In The Night

A brief entry to something I am writing, short stories of the tales we hardly hear about, plague us, cause us uncertainty, what it means to be human: Wretched souls bearing waste to paradise. Caught in perilous ventures that are filled with their emotions. What ails these frail beings filled with blood and weak bones?

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We’re Human

The water bounces off my skin. I look on as each drop hits and spreads apart. I see people running away and screaming because of the downpour. I don’t mind the water. I look on and wonder what exactly is going on around me. I feel a sense of longing I haven’t felt for some

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