Morning musings

I have a voice that cannot be silenced. My mind is possessed by similes and metaphors and oxymorons. My thoughts are endlessly twirling in a happy spiral of fictional pieces and perfectly crafted sentences. The sight of an old hunched woman, or the tiny fingers of a newborn, to the fluffiness of a cloud; everything... Continue Reading →



His feet pounded against the tar. With every leap, he exhaled, taking deliberate control over his breathing. Rain infused with perspiration mingled into his black locks and clung to his forehead. It ran down his rose lips and made its way onto his tongue. "Damn you, smoker lungs," he muttered as he felt the morning... Continue Reading →

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