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Continue reading →: Tim Burton Movies
Most of my written works are a little dark and disturbing at times, but they make me feel and see differently. Aside from books, I also find comfort with movies. Most of the time these movies are done by Tim Burton. Then of course there are an extra inspiration with Johnny…
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Continue reading →: Help
Alex walks down the street Slowly but her heart beats fast Almost out of breath in her lungs She stops and holds her mouth One. Inhale. One. Two. Exhale. One. Inhale. One. Two. Exhale. Her hands drop to grab her neck She’s scratching something out Gasping for more, more air…
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Continue reading →: Wandering
Walking up and down the stairs Fidgeting at some unknown pace Only looking on the toes of my feet Ideas bursting all over the place No one wanted to do it, I insisted Everyone knew it was a good plan On the third step up, the fidgeting stops Missing the…
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Continue reading →: PavementStones and pebbles covered the floor A few green grass growing in between There’s a faint smell flowing Smoky, muddy, sweet, but hard “Walk!” a low voice shouts behind Someone bumps a small girl on the right My feet shake and lose balance Hit my knee to one rough rock…
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Continue reading →: GuestThe clock strikes three-thirty Everyone stayed quiet and still A glass shattered on the table No one was silent, screams! Everyone, all at the same time The doors locked suddenly People hammering them to be free One screamed, he got splinters on his hands Then the place slowly lit up…
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Continue reading →: Books for an Old Soul
This post contains affiliate links. If you buy through them, I may earn a small commission at no extra cost to you. Personally, there is a different feeling whenever I flip through pages of books. The new and the old ones, I tend to be more attracted to the latter.…
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Continue reading →: Midnight
“I want to see a rainbow,” Abie said. “Alright, tomorrow,” Mom answered while she was in bed. “No! I want to see it today,” the young girl insisted. “Don’t do this darling. Mommy can’t walk you there today. Tomorrow instead.” “Why? You never keep your promise,” Abie ran out the…
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Continue reading →: Little Moves
Annie dances across the room, pointing one foot every after three steps. With her pastel blue dress, she steps on burning charcoals everywhere. Then she hears a whisper above, “Honey, dinner’s ready.” She opens her eyes. She’s back to her white covered bed, only moving her eyes to answer “Yes”
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