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“Stand Up. Walk.”

The hall was furbished with Christmas lights, decked with boughs of holly, shone with the resplendent glow of faith and unstoppable hope. Believers were worshiping joyfully as the pre-believers started to dismiss back into their cycle of life. Enlightenment deluged... Continue Reading →

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Special

Do you know? You are someone special. Have you ever wonder Why you had stopped believing? "I don't know... I just don't know anymore." The sound of dejection. The wind of rejection. You simply forgotten About how special you are.... Continue Reading →

Small Tweaks

Suit and tie, briefcase in hand. Standing singularly in a white hall, marbled with silence. I had not been here for years, not much memories surged me. The notice was sent to me a few days ago, I rushed here... Continue Reading →

Invisible. Real.

The hand that rocks the cradle, Not only rules the world, But also makes sure that The little things in our world is managed. The blanket covered over us after waking up; The laundry folded nicely that seemed impossible; The... Continue Reading →

Get Some Rest. You Deserve It.

Hustle and bustle. Rushing here and there, Never even have the time to spare, For yourselves. To whoever who is working, Take a rest, You deserve it. Why? I have not finished my project. I have not earned enough money.... Continue Reading →

Where Is Your Sting?

Convoluted, Stained, Covered in the recesses Of life. I was lost in my mess, Broken by my blunder, Hindered by my impediment, Submerging myself in my adversary. You lived, You died, You rose again on high.  Standing, Hands on high,... Continue Reading →

What Is Love?

There was two men- friends, one was heeding for advice, one was the listener. The man began to share, "I had fell in love three times in my life." the listener nodded his head, paying close attention, "But, none of... Continue Reading →

Pumpkin Head (Halloween Special)

Hopping off the bike that I stopped at the wooden shack at the edge of the pumpkin farm, it was time for harvest again. The somnolent glimmer of the moon shimmered the pumpkin farm with an uncanny yet familiar feel,... Continue Reading →

Mind Over Matters

I was a little girl, I was a subject, blurred by the reality of growing up, my Quirk was slowly dissipating, the fragments of my past remained as cremains of my old self. Standing in the middle of the snow,... Continue Reading →

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