My Work
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Corrupt Ghosts
A humorous narrative of innocent, naive Ahmed's encounter with the corrupt ghost who didn't keep his part of the deal.
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The Story Of An Introvert-1
Just the prologue for a novel I'm thinking of writing about this kinda nerdy girl Ruth and her life
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Reverence
When the whole world reveres the dead, what reason is their for me to stay alive?
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The Story Of An Introvert-2
The second chapter of "The Story Of An Introvert"
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An Ode to A Sunflower
A little tribute to all the "sunflowers" in the world, who smile gaily even in the midst of the pouring rain.
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The Story Of An Introvert-3
The third chapter of "The Story Of An Introvert"
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For The Want Of Bread And Jam
When you want bread and jam, and you get everything but that...
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The Story Of An Introvert-4
The fourth chapter of "The Story Of An Introvert"
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The Crepe and the Pancake
A humorous poem about an argument between a pancake and a crepe (:
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Adieu!
Wrote this in MomoMajesty's WriterFeedPad...nothing philosophical, just a fancy way of saying bye. :)
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The Story Of An Introvert-5
The fifth chapter of "The Story Of An Introvert"
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Unsaid
The feeling of everything you should have said but didn't burning a hole in your heart.
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Childhood Plans
All the plans and dreams you had when you were five, are they really going to happen?
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Cookies Before Bed
The memories of the cookie before bed and Mother's goodnight kiss...
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How Pluto Loves the Sun
About loving someone the way Pluto loves the Sun
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When Santa Forgot My Gift
When you ask Santa for the most basic gift ever, and Santa forgets it...
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The Story Of An Introvert-6
The sixth chapter of "The Story of An Introvert"
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Your Shoes
A little poem about shoes that never fit
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Midnight ponderings
The midnight ponderings before you fall asleep
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Falling
IDK how exactly to describe this, but it feels a bit darker than what I usually write..
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A Note to A Butterfly
This is about how we tend to lift burdens we really don't have to.
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October poem, don't really have a name yet (TW: ghosts)
October poem, don't really have a name for it yet. Let me know if you have any ideas. Also, TW for mentions of ghosts.
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our lives are the waves
what's the point?
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and the tides wash out traces of us
yep, it's another wave-related poem.
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A Eulogy to Alphonsa
TW: Violence, knives, murder, burning I've also included a breakdown of what I intended for the poem below. Please do share your thoughts on it! :>