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

Writings

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Following

Murder Before The Ball (Part 2)

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The hair on the back of my neck stood on end as I searched for the source of the voice.

Deep. Male.

I turned when footsteps resonated from behind me. Dressed in a suit, although cloaked to hide his face. To threaten a member of authority in something as constricting as a suit would require a tremendous amount of courage.

Experienced.

I grit my teeth, my pockets were empty, my knife in his ha...

Action

Crime

Murder Before The Ball (Part 1)

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1 min read

Red.

Blood painted the marble floor in large pools.

Glass.

The chandelier had fallen and shattered.

I surveyed my surroundings. A man, not of great importance most likely, judging by his clothes, killed in the centre of the ballroom, covered in tiny shards of glass.

Young. Unsuspecting.

His eyes were open in a frozen frame of shock and pain. The food set out on long dining tables was stil...

Thriller

Mystery

Life Is Like A Sharp Stick

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1 min read

Life is like a sharp stick, not all too powerful, unless honed and used properly.

Your life could just be a toy for a child walking within the woods or a plaything for a dog, holding the very strings of your being within its maw.

Or, it could be a weapon, a last resort of defence or a makeshift spear made by the chief of a clan.

If used correctly, it could make a great different, striking do...

No Room For Failure

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1 min read

_Chance Lane,_

_I know who you are. _

_You can’t hide forever. _

_We have killed the chef on ‘La Disfrazada’, a large yacht carrying over a two hundred passengers departing from the docks of New York by dawn. We want you to sneak onto the boat, and try stop us. It’s going to be fun!_

_Oh, and one more thing…_

_If you don’t, they all die._

Chance regarded the letter in his han...

Crime

Action

Bedtime Stories

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1 min read

At night my mother would read me a story,

Tales about nights, kings all seeking for glory.

I sat down, half asleep, my eyes sore,

I listened intently, legs-crossed on the floor.

Some of the stories were terribly tragic,

Others included wizards and magic.

Magic, my favourite thing,

Oh, wat fun magic would bring.

If we were all wizards no one would cry,

We’d laugh in glee as we fly through the ...

Poetry

Time Passes By

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Growing strong underneath the sky’s vast dome,

Aging, growing older, at a fast pace,

The months and weeks rush by,

Until wrinkles carve into your face.

Clouds pass slowly overhead,

Seconds fly by with every blink,

Many memories form in that time,

Faster than you may think.

Growing strong underneath the sky’s vast dome,

In my aging mind I think, oh my,

What a strange thing,

That Time passes by....

Poetry

Wonderful Water

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1 min read

_Ignore the prompt! I wanted to share this poem I wrote with you!_

__My heart,

A restless sea or a glistening lake,

Whirlwind rapids or a calm stream.

My heart,

Is like a body of water,

On the surface it glistens,

It listens,

To the calm flutter of birds,

And smiles at the azure sky.

Placid and tranquil,

Although sometimes disturbed,

By the occasional drowning flies,

Or a gale sweeping over i...

Poetry

Blood On Autumn Leaves

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1 min read

The quick pace of our steps slowed.

Collapsing by a tree, I placed my hand on my shoulder, trying to slow the bleeding that seeped through my torn clothes in great amounts. Fatigue overcame me. My eyes blurred around the edges as I tried to focus my eyes on Kellen, who slowly sat beside me and helped me stop the blood. I exclaimed quietly in pain so he stopped, pulling his hand away. My blood no...

The Not So Grim Reaper

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2 min read

It was early morning. A yawn escaped Mira’s lips as she got up from bed, trying not to wake her husband in the process.

Something was keeping her awake. A loud sound: large banging most likely originating from the basement. It seemed to be all fake. It felt as if it were from a book, in which the character does not have a happy ending. But that was just a book. This was real life.

Mira descende...

Beautiful Memories

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Memories,

Pleasant memories,

Reach your mind,

But may be forgotten,

May be wrong,

May just be tricks,

Tricks your mind plays,

Just so you can feel something beautiful....

Poetry