Tag: romance
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The Music in My Life
Explore the profound impact of music on my life, memories, and moments. A poetic journey of nostalgia, empathy, and connection.
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I am a moth pinned to cork and sealed away.
In this Poem a imprisoned moth dreams of freedom in the moon’s glow, a story of liberation and connection. 🌙✨
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The World Can Wait
Love blossoming in the heat of summer. This romantic tale captures the warmth and intimacy of a unique connection, one sunrise at time.
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Flash Fiction – Change
It’s hard to say what’s different today. Maybe nothing has changed. The air does have that kind of feel to it—the type of feel that causes people to do things they wouldn’t usually do. I wonder if anyone knows what I mean. I may be the only one who notices, that when the air changes they follow. No, I’m…
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Birthday
Calamity has struck, red wine spilt by serpents mouth. An unhinged jaw sucks the energy out of the room, and cancerous call-outs spike the air. Collection of coats hurried while whispers of previous nightmare like affairs flood the hall. A tall brunette, a short black dress. She likes to dance, and people love to watch.…
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Meadow
A butterfly quilt surrounds the embrace. A pair of lovers hide from the sun. Arms intertwined come undone. The meadow sweetens the air. Limbs fall from within their cocoon; legs find placement on the wild flowers. “Forever is that way,” says a sleepy man. He points into the meadow. A man at the back of…
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The Architect
Sleep doesn’t take me like it used to. I lay alone in a twin-sized bed. A hole in my heart replaced childhood. Sometimes, My phone rings at night. Claire de lune haunts my dreams. I know when those keys play, you soon will follow. You twist the tale and spin me around the door handle.…
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Clear Skies
A lively rain pours over the upstairs neighbour’s balcony. Half drawn curtains obscure the light. A half-dressed man lays on a mattress on the floor. His head falls in the centre of the room. No furniture obscures his vision down the hall. Possessive droplets drip of a ginger-haired woman. He watches through the pane of…
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Sushi
Every day same sushi different customers. A tall dark-haired woman just ordered a double portion of spicy tuna rolls to go. I wouldn’t normally approach a customer like this. My hands are getting clammy “excuse me, could I get your number?”. She stares blankly a smile creeping in the corner of her mouth. “That’s sweet…
Conor Cartmell 