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There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.

Writings

Followers

Following

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There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.

Writings

Followers

Following

A Simple Task

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As I have grown, I learned that pleasing everyone is impossible.

But pissing everyone off…that is easy.

So that’s what I did.

My crew called me the ‘distraction’. I would say I was more of the performer, giving the guards something to look at instead of wretched townsfolk walking past and dirty streets. The castle ahead was grander than I remembered, and more gaudy - a real sight for sore eye...

Action

Crime

Distrust Within The Darkness

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“Is he a knight in shining armour or is he an executioner? Because I’ve met both, and I assure you, the executioner was more charming.” Arfir would have folded his arms at that moment in time, but the tug of chains reminded him he was a bit less free then he wanted to be.

The hooded figure stood in front of him laughed, although no mirth seemed to leave his lips, only bitterness and distrust.

“The...

Action

I Didn’t Mean To Kill Her

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I didn’t mean to kill her.

She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time,

And still my mind thuds with pain and regret,

Guilt, because she was a friend, not because it was a crime.

I didn’t mean to kill her.

My head whirls, thoughts of sadness taking over my brain.

I frown and smile, I laugh and cry,

I feel I’m going insane.

I didn’t mean to kill her.

If there was another way, if there was ...

Poetry

Thriller

Waves Of Content

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Ready to be submerged,

Of solace - a potion,

Of tranquility and peace,

Engulfed within the ocean.

Eyes close,

Lucky as a clover,

The purity of dreams,

Weightlessness takes over.

A tide of relief,

Unaware of when it’ll be spent,

Soothing and serene,

Within these waves of content....

Poetry

Red Curtains

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Heart pounding,

All I can hear is my heart pounding,

And my laboured breaths,

Clawing within my chest,

To find some air worth breathing.

Knees trembling,

All I can feel are my knees trembling,

And my ever growing fear,

Gripping my mind,

To find solace in the chaos.

Red curtains opening,

All I can see are the curtains opening,

And the cheering crowd,

Clapping and whistling,

To please me....

Poetry

It’s Not Jealousy.

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I didn’t trust him. Not because he seemed sly or two-face. He was just too good looking. And I have learnt that handsome faces are not to be trusted.

His face was so perfectly chiselled, and his neck was so muscular…it would be hard to strangle him.

His biceps, his chest, his shoulders…his everything, really was a masterpiece. At least he wasn’t an abstract piece - they’re even more difficult to...

Sunset

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Beautiful and bright,

A symbol of reborn,

Slowly turning into night,

Ready for the rising dawn....

Poetry

Try And Fail

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I try. I try. I try.

And what do I get?

Nothing. I get nothing.

Like loosing a bet.

Or gambling,

Except I gamble my time,

My time ticks away,

A constant uphill climb.

A climb with no outcome,

Or no way to get down,

My progress means nothing,

All I can do is frown.

I try. I try. I try.

You would think I would prevail,

But I don’t.

I just try and fail....

Poetry

The Diary

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In a field, I found a book, leather bound, with neat, curved writing. The darkness of the night was only illuminated by the moon’s gleaming surface. I used my torch to read the words.

Dear Diary,

Today I am finally fulfilling my dream of being a haunted house investigator. I found it when I was on a walk on my own. Strangely, it wasn’t in a dark forest like in the movies. It was on a mist covered...

Horror

Secret Under The Mask

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A secret I wasn’t willing to tell,

Behind my mask…my face fell.

I was told to show,

Who I was, what I know,

I told myself they would grow into liking me.

They said I would be free.

But all I am is trapped now they know who I am,

I would have ran,

A man with an identity,

Is a man trapped within a mould,

Of self doubt, and self pity,

They frowned at me,

They told me, “Since you’re a superhero, you ...

Poetry

Adventure