Writing

On the other side of the wall, they run into a group of rebels known as Phoenix.

I think inspiration is birth out of wonder. And we need to practice wonder, consciously. With little everyday things. To overcome that jadedness.

The tranquil time vanished, flames smoulder eating her; nourished on her energy. Questions, doubts causing her pain: weakness. The fire con..

“Who's Scarlett?” “The rose in my hair. She turned out so beautiful. I wish I could be as perfect as her." Hideo scrunched his eye..

Perfect. Crouched at the bottom of the staircase, I peered through the black murgin gates of the railing to spot my twin asleep on the couch. Onc..

Behold a light, opalescent, so subtle Breath held, mesmerized, to look upon it more Paradoxical cool warmth soothes a soul muddled ..

"Plumes vanish. Gone. Mother phoenix, Flame takes all feather."

The world has fallen to its knees. However, years later, society is beginning to reemerge; along with all the problems. This is (and will not be) a..

Timeless like memory.

I know this is early, but I've got to write it, because it's still fresh in my mind. If you can think of a better title, I will be more than happy!

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