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The beginning marked by a spark of divine grace, In the canvas of cosmos, life found its place. . Emerald forests burst and sapphire rivers flow, A world full of wonder to grow. Creatures in harmony born to the land they call home, With nature’s embrace, together they roam. . Alas, mankind arrived with dreams…
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In my dark chamber, restless, I reside, Self-doubt like a serpent, coils and hisses, Its venomous thoughts, I cannot escape, Within my mind, this deadly venom kisses. . My thoughts are like tainted rivers, They carry burdens of despair and sorrow, A poison coursing through my soul, I fear there’s no escape from this morose…
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In the quiet, dimly lit room, John had always felt a lurking presence, like unseen eyes tracing his every move. The gnawing feeling of being watched crept up his spine, making him glance nervously over his shoulder, time and time again. But there was nothing there, just empty spaces and shadows dancing on the walls.…
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It’s football’s realm, where passions fiercely burn. The pitch the stage for heroes’ grace. The cheers of loyal fans we all discern. Love from a young age, put in place. . From striker’s skill to keeper’s valiant stand. Each player strives, their chests aflame with fire. With every pass they craft their team’s grand plan.…
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In the realm of tasks, I find my place, Within procrastination’s familiar embrace, Motivation wanes, a flickering light, As I dance with time, through day and night. . I cut corners, seeking shortcuts near, Avoiding effort, embracing fear, But deep inside, a voice still cries, To break these chains and reach the skies. . Tomorrow’s…
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In the world of cells and of spreadsheets, Where formulas dance to the beats, I click and I drag, My data’s in a bag, Excel’s magic, my work’s always neat!
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This was my submission to the ChillingPen competition. The rain fell in relentless sheets, washing the cobbled streets of Victorian London in a murky cascade of black and grey. The gathered crowd in the dimly lit chapel awaited the words of Pastor Jeremiah with a sense of foreboding that hung in the air like a…
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In shadows deep, a trust was torn in twain, A friend turned foe, a bitter, dark refrain, Betrayed by one I thought was true and just, In silence, lies and treachery did trust. . But deeper wounds within, a different strife, I let myself down, traded truth for life, In shadows of my conscience, shame’s…
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In shadows cast by woes we hide, we flee, A race from problems, worries in our wake, But truth’s pursuit, relentless destiny, Like echoes in the night, does not forsake. . We bolt from troubles, seeking sweet escape, Yet burdens trail like gloom in the dawn, They cling, they follow, like a cruel shape, Invisible,…
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