Author: Amittras
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The Warden Within…
The rain battered against the tall, leaded windows of Professor Alaric’s study, distorting the lights of the university courtyard into blurry streaks of amber. The room smelled of old paper, pipe tobacco, and the faint, metallic tang of the impending storm. Julian stood by the hearth, staring into the dying embers. In his hand, a…
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Echoes in a Coffee Cup
“Have you ever felt like you’re not enough?” Adi’s coffee went cold as he wrestled with the impossible standards of love and normalcy. Sometimes, the loudest judgments surface in the quietest moments. Dive into a conversation where every word—and every detail—matters.
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Nights Worth Bleeding For
Some nights are easy!You just pour one out,Sip it slow and drownInto the darkness.A darkness—That glows from within.As if it laid in wait,Waiting to caress you,In its cozy embrace. Some nights—Well, they’re a bitch!You could sit underA thousand moons.And it would feel as ifYou were sliding down.Down and down—The throat of a black hole. And…
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A Library of Forgotten Dreams
I stood in the Library of Forgotten Dreams. Shelves of solidified twilight held books bound not in paper, but in feeling. ‘Young Passions’ glowed urgent pink; ‘Breathless Furies,’ arterial scarlet. This impossible cathedral was a grand, beautiful secrecy where my lost dreams waited to be opened and relived.
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A Post Office of Dead Letters.
Exploring a sombre sanctuary of forgotten, untold thoughts, with a little aid from a handy postmaster who knows all, does nothing.
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A Shared Life;
A friend’s take on the age old question of how to find compatibility with a partner for life.
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Novelty;
Why do you think you’ve seen everything when you’ve not even seen the colors of the sky in its entirety.
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Senses and Memories.
Memories bombard us; completely out of the blue, through the senses. And it is up to us, sometimes, how we choose to react.
