Why couldn’t they see it? Why only I? When my palm touched the slab of oricalcum, I was taken to a place out of space and time when the cult of black wizards dominated humanity. When they enslaved us. Why could I see it and no one else? Why was I chosen?

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Trolls are not known for their intellect. But was different. At 3 years old he was a philosopher at heart. He sat by the brook, listening to it babble about the twists & turns of its path. It reminded him of the adventures that life had sprung on his short life.

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It is my 1300th Death Day. My friends and I celebrate the night by scaring people. We have dinner of fear and screams.

They hand me a box. "A special present from us."

"Fried souls! Yummy."

"We were cannibalistic."

"We are."

"We're soulbalistic now."

"Keep quiet."

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Aeons passed and magic manifested to unfathomable potential. We are now aware we’re not alone in the cosmos for the stars are alive. Watching us. What does this mean for humanity? They’ve known of us all along. A secret kept...but, why?

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Cascading flavours
present in fire
A portal we've entered
wreathed in desire
A passion
so piquant
an ecstatic oath
This appendage of love
the ultimate troth

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You could show Gran all the flowers from yesterday's world and she'd still say a Hornbeam tunnel's beauty is nonpareil. "When they yellow, it's a present... 1/3

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I've dreamt of sailing the skyship since I was a child. When I became of age, I soared at the opportunity and took it. I always knew there was something special waiting for me above and I was right. The potential of our imagination is boundless. Only if we let it.

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Wind riders
rushing on their
celestial horses
The Icarus' dream



 Barashkova Natalia

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The gremlin of heathenhagen. I’ve heard of such a demon dwelling off the wharf; leaving a trail of blood and slime in her wake. At last, we tracked her by the constant ticking. A twisting and turning of gears. There it was. A slime breeding machine. And the people (1/2)

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I nearly forgot what the surface looked like. How the embrace of the sun felt. I’d been in the darkness beneath for so long. At last, I’m home. The great empire of mechanis. My friends. My family and many more adventures. It all awaits me up in the clouds.

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tOxiC mUsiNgs

your love
hovers
over my soul

while angels

a look-see
exclaiming
of toxicity’s

dripping like spilled
lavender in a
for which—lustful
cravings are revealed

✍🏽#Vss365

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"#request denied. Bailiff take her into custody."
Rage consumes me & I can feel the change inside begin. My nails grow,my clothes shed,as my body transforms to the beast I struggle not to become. They leave me no choice. I burn the ceiling, and I fly away. Free at last.

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Jack freezes upon seeing her in the chrome hull of a derelict ship. Staring back is someone with messy, bright red hair, the black dye she used to her late mother's image nearly faded after weeks of wondering space.

"Jack?" VERA asks.

"I'm fine."

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Try waxing
Epilators and lasers
Or hide your winter coat
Under jeans and blazers

I set the standard
For pins
No need for shaving
Or other things

This isn't a smile
Or rictus grin
It's the smug mug
A hairless win

Course, skin would be nice.
G Reaper Age Unknown.

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I wondered where the light had gone. Like the sin had been swallowed by a ravenous plague. And when the pandemic lanterns rocked their legs across the cobblestone. I saw the first face since it began. I saw the father of leprosy lurking in the darkness.

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In My Garden

...is where all my little secrets reside—
a spicy southern garden like a
treasure chest forbidden for you to look inside. 🤫✍🏽#vss365

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The sniffed, sensitive nose twitching at the in the air, sensing the of my escape
I dug deeper into the stall
The vendor cowered beside me
I unsheathed my sword
I didn't want to fight

The rider was my brother

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Next Time🦋

In my
life can at the
drop of a dime or like
a catchy with a
teardrop & in
mind. So, I quibble like
colorful butterflies that
nibble and nibble and
nibble—until next time.
✍️🏽#SeduceMeSundayWrite

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