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EvaR14

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  • Outside the City Walls

    I turned my back on the tulips, smiling with the knowledge that, one day, I would return.

    • Short Story
    • Narrative
    4 min read
  • Letter To A Loved One
    • Other
    • Other
    4 min read
  • Gone

    She is still as a sleeping princess. Sleeping beauty re-imagined with a beeping heart monitor and a death wish.

    • Short Story
    • Realistic
    5 min read
  • The Tree In Our Garden
    • Other
    • Realistic ยท Narrative
    4 min read
  • Roses
    • Short Story
    3 min read
  • Diamonds on Saturn

    A short scene I wrote recently - I'm trying to get back into writing. Please lmk what you think :)

    • Short Story
    • Realistic
    2 min read


The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it.
— Sylvia Plath