Writer’s Divine

Writer’s Divine

Strongest of the strange - Charles Bukowski

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With delicate movement, she lifts the gem from it’s padded case, lets the light from her dimly lit room dance on it’s surface. There’d been nothing she found more addictive than a diamond’s shimmer, a flawless reward only right for her quintessential work.


Around her neck, she felt, had been the only resting place right for such a sublime piece. Her intuition alone, is one trustworthy, and Iris h...

Pomegranates

(I’d written this a while ago on another account I can’t log back into, just fyi)


I’d woken up to something unusual, a sweet scent I could almost taste, lingering in the air. All else played out as would an ordinary morning, birds pitched chirps echoing through the town, their songs carried by an early breeze, it’s cold I inevitably felt drifting through the crack in my window. It was discomforti...

The Allusion Of Hope

“Do you think this was always the ultimimate reality?”


“What are you saying?”


“Is it true that the world was always going to turn out this way?”


“I guess. I mean, that’s what they teach. When have they ever been wrong?”


“Many, many times. You’ve seen it, human leaders are imperfect, and could be at fault at any given time.”


“The ones you speak of live in the past, when everyone was subject to...