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“There are no written ways to arrive at this.”It can described like the aroma of homemade soup, when you’re cursed with a fever .It can described like the feeling of seeing your love.The dopamine, rushing through your veins like dolphins… Continue Reading →
“There are no written ways to arrive at this.”One foot is on the line,The other is already on the way.To the end of beginnings,No more first days.Packed lunches and size two shoes,A school teacher teaching you your to dos. Now… Continue Reading →
“There are no written ways to arrive at this.” Thomas found himself trapped inside a dimly lit storage unit, nestled deep within the woods in the dead of winter. He could imagine the outside, the tree’s skeletal branches casting shadows… Continue Reading →
There are no written ways to arrive at this.No mark on paper could explain.No speck would tell a plan fully set. A bloom of mission— thriving on mental silt,When rains of ink stain paper, hope wilts.A squids last stand will… Continue Reading →
The Emotion in the Written Word There are no written ways to arrive at this.Only the feelings in my heart can write my story. The pages are blank, the book is empty.The lines have no words, the book is empty…. Continue Reading →
There are no written ways to arrive at this.The fine strokes in this painting,The way it shapes this. It can fill souls with absolute bliss,The thought of creating.There are no written ways to arrive at this. Colors form perfect lines,… Continue Reading →
There are no written ways to arrive at this.Growing up. I thought just yesterday thatMy Barbie had smiled at me,My Dad was the real Superman,I was the princess of a kingdom that I didn’t quite know of yet,My grandparents would… Continue Reading →
“There are no written ways to arrive at this.” Thomas thought. Hopelessly running from room to room, trying every door, and window. He screamed and yelled hoping that someone could hear him, but his calls were made in vain as… Continue Reading →
There are no written ways to arrive at this,No map, no plan, no path to trace.Only the pounding of your heart,Pulling you in each direction. In the silence the beating is overwhelming,Urging you to make this turn or go that… Continue Reading →
“There are no written ways to arrive at this,” Charles Tully said, “but I know, I know for a fact, Ben’s not… From around here.” It was near closing time at the comic book shop on the corner of Fifth… Continue Reading →
“There are no written ways to arrive at this.”But, the answer is to express by joining handspressed against the keys, my fantasy is expressed with bliss.Sounds push past the warm air of bands. At a young 200 years old, its… Continue Reading →
Dreams of a Broken WidowThere are no written ways to arrive at this.As the words get stuck on my tongue,and all of my feelings seem to be amiss. Whenever I am around you, I feel pure bliss,but your words pierced… Continue Reading →
There are no written ways to arrive at this.No imagination can create this mess.The way he flipped my life left me amiss,And all he cared about was his success. I could have never predicted how cruel,He pushed away who he… Continue Reading →
Life in the Hands of Hades There are no written ways to arrive at this.A pit so deep, it can only be compared to tartarus.Mountains rise, yet I remain low.Caught in a panic, or life’s slow flow. A rollercoaster of… Continue Reading →
“There are no written ways to arrive at this.” It was said out loud to no one as I was passing the Strand Bookstore, 12th Street at Broadway. Was it synchronicity that it was in front of a bookstore? There… Continue Reading →
“It will be easy money!” says the native doctor, Babatunde, right as he passed me the charm I was going to use to marry the king’s daughter. Growing up in my village my family and I have lived like paupers… Continue Reading →
“It will be easy money!” said Tom with delight, his ears flopping up and down as he bounced on my bed. A little stuffing leaked from his head and drifted in the still air like a snowflake down to the… Continue Reading →
It will be easy money!” Chloe says. “It’s a scam, Chloe.” “Potato potato.” The thought of scamming innocent people never bothered her before. Everyone is just running on learned programs anyways. “You are crazy.” “Well, we already knew that.” “You’re… Continue Reading →
“It will be easy money, this is your only chance?” And that’s what started the worst undercover I ever experienced. “You’ll be going undercover and infiltrating the Black Lotus clan. Once infiltrated you’ll need to blend in as if all… Continue Reading →
“It will be easy money!” they said, I think to myself. They never said anything about kidnapping an autistic kid though, did they, I add sarcastically. I look down at the seven-year-old kid who just wants to play on his… Continue Reading →