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working on writing skills to cross over to my own personal projects! I will include sapphic women in everything when possible :)

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AshedPotato

working on writing skills to cross over to my own personal projects! I will include sapphic women in everything when possible :)

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the lesson in loneliness

AshedPotato

1 min read

being locked into isolation,

unable to crawl

into any semblance of company,

is one of life's

cruelest chambers.

the echoes of loneliness

collide around you,

until the lack of love

is something

you can't just ignore.

you're forced to face it.

you're forced to compensate,

and in that reparation

of giving yourself warmth

instead of finding it elsewhere,

you learn a lesson

many will never know.

yo...

Poetry

Research Log: Entry 407

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1 min read

Research Log: Entry 407

Unnamed Specimen

Dylan Harper

- Specimen Status: Unconscious

- Specimen Description:

Approximately 6 inches in diameter---estimate by researcher. Deep red in color, dark spots across the top. Slimy, appears to be of structure similar to a blobfish. Red color may signify poison---may not be safe to touch. Small eyes, two. No visible mouth or nostrils. No visible limbs or...

Science fiction

happiness in today's world

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1 min read

in a world

where scrolling

feels more like

condemning thousands

to a death

they plead to avoid,

in a world where

the news

feels more like

a chapter

of a dystopian novel,

happiness

is less joyful.

more akin to

committing

the eighth deadly sin....

Poetry

call the line.

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1 min read

the mask is slipping.

for years,

endless years,

my front has remained strong,

appearance unwavering,

the smile across my face

a constant.

the mask is slipping.

when it happened is unknown,

how the descent began,

but soon enough

I won't be able to keep it up any longer.

the mask is slipping.

they're going to know.

they're going to find out

how while my days seemed joyful,

the nights that follo...

Poetry

Horror

on cloud nine

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3 min read

Once, there were nine kingdoms.

They each rested upon their own cloud, stacked one atop the other like pancakes. And each was named One through Nine, with Nine residing on the top level and One at the very bottom.

The higher your kingdom was, the more well off you would be. Nine had all of the most powerful people: the king, dukes, earls, lords, and anyone who was deemed important enough to serve ...

Fantasy

Fate Lies In Your Hands

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3 min read

Andora entered the shop, and she was instantly pleased with the atmosphere.

The talisman shop had what seemed like hundreds of shelves, all ordained with wooden trinkets of all sorts. Opportunity screamed from each of them, just waiting to be useful to one of the witches to walk past them.

She made her way towards the register, taking secretive looks at each and every object. To be there almost fe...

Fantasy

the streetlights still look the same

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1 min read

some nights

I'll catch myself looking out the window

and the car will pass

a streetlight,

the bright beam shining across the road.

the light hits my eye,

traveling down

until it reaches my heart

to greet the ghost

of my childhood wonder.

I can feel her

as I gaze into the night,

and no matter how different we are,

how different I've become,

the streetlights still look the same,

and I'll still w...

Poetry

Strike, He's Out

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3 min read

It's the Dodgers' first game of the season, and like usual, I'm in the dugout, cheering on my boyfriend as he runs to first base while I wait for my turn to bat.

And, like usual, I'm getting shit from the guys.

I've never been as good of a player as James. I know that. I just wish that everyone didn't make such a big deal about pointing it out. It's well known that James Dalton is the team's big n...

Romance

Drama

falling (in love)

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1 min read

a waterfall,

I find,

is much like love.

it starts with the descent,

leaping off the edge

to form a beautiful fall

that the depths

of the ocean would envy.

it's the time

most wish they could

once more experience;

the weightless joy

before plummeting.

while sounding horrid,

in many ways

the crash

is what crosses the bridge

between admirement

and love.

being enveloped

by the ferocity

of feelings ...

Poetry

How To Be An Angel: A Fallen's Perspective

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3 min read

Dear reader, you are about to embark on quite the journey.

Becoming an angel is not for the faint-hearted; I would know. I was once an angel, and I was the best at it. I was the most perfect angel there was, holding all of the virtues close to my soul, guiding those who were lost.

Never mind the fact that I'm now fallen. Those other angels were just jealous, which really, they say is a sin, so who...

Fantasy

Humour