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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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Fire Fire
Read more: Fire FirePerched around a bench; aimlessly filling our time. A plane landing in the field we share, with the same monotony as the expected clack of the letter box, it revs and turns. Swooping like an injured eagle, its magnificence tarnished by its disfunction. It attempts once more. As I watch, encased in a car in…
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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 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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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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Your Heart Was Broke
Read more: Your Heart Was BrokeThis is piece below was influenced by the writing prompt “shuffle your playlist and use the first line of the 10th song as your starting line” and therefore the song Without Me by Halsey. I took the first line and then stopped listening as not to influence me further and so the piece below began.…
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Read more : **This piece is a piece written as a revisit to a writing exercise I did at university and is, in some sense, a response to that very poem (found here). The exercise was to listen to a song piece and use that to drive your work. I chose Ludovico Einaudi’s Save the Artic and so…
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The day the birds were gone…
Read more: The day the birds were gone…There were few who remained. Those of us deemed unworthy of chance. The outcast, forgotten wanderers on Earth. I was the youngest, only 6 when they shut the doors on me and locked themselves inside. I still remember seeing my mother on the other side of the door mouthing “Trust no one, I love you”…
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Fear flashed before your eyes…
Read more: Fear flashed before your eyes…I dreamt about you last night, You hid yourself as you undressed. Fear flashed before your eyes, As the darkest night caressed Your skin, so supple and soft, Let the light of three moons dance, I dreamt of you once more, And slumbered in your trance. Fear flashed before your eyes, As though you saw…
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