By cup four, Burt was in space, the chicken had wings, and I was sweating coffee. The story wrote itself. I just held on.
Tag: Creative Writing
Silence Speaks
The best parts of living happen when we stop talking...
Of Our Own Making
If you must tell them my story, then you must also tell them yours...
From Freedom to Fear
One dream. Two lives. For Daniel, the sky was freedom. For Laila, it was a prison made of fear...
Another Year
Another year, slipping away in the dark…
The Tycoon
I met a traveler from a tech-drenched land…
Grey Days
Oh grey winter day, you rascal, you pest...
Leaves of the Wind
I stand beneath the branches,
Where the colours start to play…
The Fall of Summer
The end of summer isn’t loud. It slips away…
Not Today
Today, I want to simply be…
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