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eluv

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“all you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed."

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eluv

eluv

“all you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed."

7
Writings
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Sensory Overload

eluv

1 min read

He walks a path that's not the same

As others do, but who's to blame?

The world can be a noisy place

For him it's hard to find some space


The sounds, the lights, the smells, the touch

Can all be too much, too much, too much

He finds order in routine

It's how he copes, it's how he dreams


But when the world goes off the rails

And everything turns into wails

He feels lost and so unjust

In a world t...

Poetry

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A Force Of Pure Might

eluv

1 min read

Amidst the darkest shadows,

When hope seems out of sight,

We find a hidden well of strength,

To help us through the night.


It's the strength of love and courage,

Of faith and of the soul,

That enables us to carry on,

Towards an unknown goal.


It's the strength of our convictions,

Of who we are and why,

That gives us unrelenting power,

To reach for the sky.


So when you feel the weight of life,

An...

Poetry

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Winter's Embrace

eluv

1 min read

Winter's icy grip takes hold,

The world around me turns to white.

The warmth of summer, now grown old,

Has faded quickly out of sight.


The world around me turns to white,

As snowflakes dance in the air.

Has faded quickly out of sight,

Leaving me feeling cold and bare.


As snowflakes dance in the air,

They whisper secrets in the night,

Leaving me feeling cold and bare,

Longing for the summer's lig...

Poetry

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One Hundred

eluv

4 min read

“It is my fate to live for others.” — Esmé Purie Lapointe


His cold eyes swept through the room. One girl, with blonde curls, stared back at him, her mouth half-opened, her brown doe eyes wide. Her lips were parted, and her cheeks were dusted pink. The young woman looked as if she had been caught doing something illicit, or perhaps she had only been shocked.


“You,” he said, pointing at Esme, his ...

YA fiction

Drama

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"Aristotle's Awakening"

eluv

1 min read

I couldn't believe it when I opened my eyes and found myself in the body of the famous philosopher, Aristotle. I was backstage, waiting to give a grand speech on the meaning of life to thousands of people. I was nervous, but also excited to have this opportunity to share my thoughts on such an important topic.


As I walked out onto the stage, I could feel the eyes of the audience upon me. I took a...

Fantasy

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