Poem #1: Moonshine & Moonlight

Beneath the velvet midnight sky,

Where silver moonlight pools and sighs,

Soft beams spill in silent streams,

A lullaby of whispered dreams.

Yet in the shadowed woods nearby,

Moonshine waits with amber eye—

A rebel’s drink, a fire untamed,

Distilled in secret, wild, unchained.

One glows with grace, a gentle guide,

One burns and bites yet dares to ...

Sentence Completion:

“When the storm comes, my compass always points to her grave by the weeping willow.”

Synopsis:

Elias Rowe, a reclusive cartographer haunted by his past, lives in a coastal town where storms are rare but fierce. Every time a tempest brews, he finds himself inexplicably drawn to an old grave marked only by a stone and a weeping willow tree—his wife’s final resting place. She die...

Dr. Lillian Hart was a respected therapist in her mid-40s, known in the affluent suburb of Riverton for her calm demeanor and an office lined with warm bookshelves and lavender candles. Her patients swore by her — a gentle soul with an ear for nuance and a mind like a steel trap. But it was that same trap that would one day snap.

Her Tuesday 3 p.m. client was Jonah Reeve, a wiry, soft-spoken man ...

You came home late, again. The office lights had buzzed into your skull until the dull throb became part of your rhythm. Your coworkers filed out hours before, but you stayed, staring at spreadsheets that seemed to multiply the longer you looked at them. Now, your apartment is dark and still unchanged from when you left it this morning.

You drop your bag by the door and head straight for the bedr...

We all look the same in the dark—

That’s what he said as we walked through the ruins,

Flashlights off, letting silence wrap around us

Like the fog rolling low between forgotten walls.

No name exchanged, just a mission:

Find the child, bring her home.

War had made us strangers to ourselves—

Uniforms didn’t matter much in moonlight.

His boots were like mine, muddied and torn,

But I couldn’t place ...

The scent of rosemary and garlic curled through the air, wrapping around the nervous energy in the grand finale tent of *Culinary Titans*. The crowd was hushed. Only the rhythmic clatter of knives and sizzling pans broke the silence.

Across the steel counter, Adrian met Camille’s eyes. Her auburn hair was tucked into a loose bun, and a smudge of flour streaked her cheek. He'd noticed it three min...

The moment Alex steps foot into their new apartment; they make a solemn vow: **This is a fresh start. No awkward interactions, no embarrassing fumbles—just cool, confident adulthood.

Then, naturally, they fall headfirst into an open box.

It’s the *thud* heard across the neighborhood, and as Alex groans in humiliation, a voice rings out from behind them.

“You okay there, champ?”

Alex freezes. N...

We all look the same in the dark—

No shadows to shape us apart.

No colors to contrast or claim,

Just whispers of breath and a name.

The lines we draw in light of day,

Fade softly when night takes its sway.

No banners waved, no battle cries,

Just the hush of sleep behind closed eyes.

So let the dark remind us well,

That deep inside, our hearts all swell,

With hopes, with love,...

The sun barely rose over the crumbling skyline of Armitage—a city that once stood tall with glass and metal but now sagged under the weight of its own history. The streets were empty except for a few tired souls and the smell of smoldering ash, remnants of the riot from the night before.

Mara walked briskly through the alleys, her boots crunching over broken glass. A hood covered her head, and he...

Rain hammered the roof of Malik’s cab as he turned onto Halvorsen Street, the wipers smearing the city’s shadows across the windshield. He shouldn’t have been out this late, not in this neighborhood, but slow nights made drivers desperate.

He almost didn’t see her—standing at the edge of the sidewalk like a ghost, her silhouette caught in the stutter of a faulty streetlamp. She waved frantically...