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Using AI for good – how AI can enhance your writing…
Read more: Using AI for good – how AI can enhance your writing…Since AI has taken over the creative world, it has come with many criticisms and, as AI continues to improve it becomes harder and harder to tell the different between AI made and humanmade. So where within this changing climate does AI fit within creative writing? For many, it simply doesn’t. They want all writing…
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In the silence…
Read more: In the silence…There’s a space in the silence, A hole carved out in trailed off whispers, And unsung songs. That’s where I’ll be. In between the cracks, In each line. Just biding my time, In a place of my own. The peace between the keys, As they wait for the next cord. The stillness of a moment,…
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The Last Flower
Read more: The Last FlowerSome called it a weed, As it crept through the cracks, Of a land over filled, With pollution and greed. Its beauty lost, in the greyed-out world that surrounded it. Fumes attempted to choke its very existence, Dirtying it and blocking it from light. But it did not falter. It grew on. In a world…
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Us
Read more : UsDented skin, Clutching hands, In sync, we rise and fall. Beads of sweat drip, Our skin a continuous line, Connected, United. Heavy breaths rise and fall with us. Growls escape our throats. Twisted sheets cling to our curves, Swaying with us. A chill in the air only serves to draw us closer. Our breathing momentarily…
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Bright lights…
Read more: Bright lights…Bright lights, blur my vision, blending into a symphony of chaos in front of my eyes. I was naïve to think I would find solace here. As oranges and yellows blister the sky, ricocheting my ears, drumming a concoction of clashing vibrations through the ground. This is not my home, and it leaves me stranded.…
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The corner of her smile
Read more: The corner of her smileThere was something in the corner of her smile, a little tiwtch, a moment, only small, but there. It told him that something was wrong. The somewhere in space, her world was colliding, her world was crashing, and there wasn’t anyway he could fix it. For the smile was still there, masking the twitch, hiding…
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I can’t find the words…
Read more: I can’t find the words…I used to think I could find the words to explain everything, Every feeling, Every pain, Every moment that had been. But now I feel wordless, like I’ve lost my voice. I can’t put the words together, to describe this void. I try. I try to find the words, I sit there and urge my…
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The World Died Too
Read more: The World Died TooWhen you died, The world died too. It still breathed in a way that was forced and heavy, Exasperated breaths that left no room for doubt. The flowers wilted and crumbled, Grieving in unison with the birds who forgot their song. The sun refused to shine, Leaving only room for grey. The clouds crept in…
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Old Stories and New Projects
Read more: Old Stories and New ProjectsLove Kills Wiping away a solitary tear he scribbled goodbye on his tattered notepad. Her words repeated in his head. He locked the door, drew the curtains and fell motionless to the ground. “you are worthless and mean nothing to me” She said. Her words stabbed deeper than his knife ever could. Jen Pickering 2011…
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Shattered Illusions
Read more: Shattered IllusionsThere comes that moment, when the illusion shatters. When what you thought was true, becames transparently wrong. This picture perfect life you had painted yourself, doesn’t exist, and in it’s wake it leaves a shell of what you knew. But the shell is just a frame, and what you attach to it will become your…
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