Sometimes, what comes from a dream is even more solid and real than the things and people we’ve been used to.
Creatures born from ink and paper are forever bonded to our souls.
Part 2 of my story collection ‘Paper Souls’
Creatures of ink and paper are forever bonded to our souls.
Part 3 of my story collection ‘Paper Souls’
A freestyle poem on my thoughts of the me inside my head and the one I present.
Creatures born from ink and paper are forever bonded to our souls.
Part One of my first story collection, ‘Paper Souls’.
What did you think of it? Let me know in the comments!
Also, I’m really, rea...
The uncanny lingering of memories unforgiven.
(This is my first time writing on here and it was fun, I hope you like it!)
Musing on the mystery and malaise of epistemic constraints.
HI, SKY!
An old owl or a swallow in flight think of the stars to be round eyes.
The stars are neither theirs nor a wizard's.
I am an old owl spellbound by nights.
I am a young swallow with love in my...
I AM A PIECE OF PAPER
The ink will never walk out of me.
I know this.
I am its piece of paper, blue or green.
I am an emerald spring or a rainy autumn with brown leaves.
I melt in a summer's heat. ...
MINUTES
Minutes dance me,you and someone else.
A red dress made of silk leaves a colourless shade.
Precious pearls are nothing as winds have no necks.
A yellow dress made of satin melts on a shadow's ...
Tried a different format for this one. I actually meant for this to be an entry to a daily challenge but it seems the timezone Commaful follows is differt tomy own. (What Time Zone does it follow?)
A...
Harry was a magician. Older people called him ‘Houdini’ and younger people called him ‘Potter’ but it was all the same. This story isn't about that, however. || Realistic fiction short story about 650...
Wake up!
Wake up!
(Whispered a soft voice)
I was surrounded by gloomy darkness!
Satisfied with all that vacancy even if I were dead!
Sometimes, what comes from a dream is even more solid and real than the things and people we’ve been used to.
Creatures born from ink and paper are forever bonded to our souls.
Part 2 of my story collection ‘Paper Souls’
Creatures of ink and paper are forever bonded to our souls.
Part 3 of my story collection ‘Paper Souls’
A freestyle poem on my thoughts of the me inside my head and the one I present.
Creatures born from ink and paper are forever bonded to our souls.
Part One of my first story collection, ‘Paper Souls’.
What did you think of it? Let me know in the comments!
Also, I’m really, rea...
The uncanny lingering of memories unforgiven.
(This is my first time writing on here and it was fun, I hope you like it!)
Musing on the mystery and malaise of epistemic constraints.
HI, SKY!
An old owl or a swallow in flight think of the stars to be round eyes.
The stars are neither theirs nor a wizard's.
I am an old owl spellbound by nights.
I am a young swallow with love in my...
I AM A PIECE OF PAPER
The ink will never walk out of me.
I know this.
I am its piece of paper, blue or green.
I am an emerald spring or a rainy autumn with brown leaves.
I melt in a summer's heat. ...
MINUTES
Minutes dance me,you and someone else.
A red dress made of silk leaves a colourless shade.
Precious pearls are nothing as winds have no necks.
A yellow dress made of satin melts on a shadow's ...
Tried a different format for this one. I actually meant for this to be an entry to a daily challenge but it seems the timezone Commaful follows is differt tomy own. (What Time Zone does it follow?)
A...
Harry was a magician. Older people called him ‘Houdini’ and younger people called him ‘Potter’ but it was all the same. This story isn't about that, however. || Realistic fiction short story about 650...
Wake up!
Wake up!
(Whispered a soft voice)
I was surrounded by gloomy darkness!
Satisfied with all that vacancy even if I were dead!