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I die every day, when I wake up alone, to find that you are not beside me. I bide my time in agony, waiting for a single second to spend with you. I cannot deny how special you are to me; you make me the man I want to be. I cry every night, lying
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As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the quiet town, Sarah’s heart raced with anxiety. She had always felt an inexplicable dread whenever darkness descended, but tonight felt different. Sarah’s evening routine was disrupted by a persistent tapping sound on her window. She cautiously approached, drawing back the curtains, only to
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Life stood motionless. Fixated by self-pity, Adamson felt completely alone. His face had contorted, becoming draped in a depressing vale. All his work, his entire life to this point, had been for nothing. He was a joke, a pawn of manipulation, set to fall whilst others yet lived free. He had lost. He had become
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Her beauty everlasting, untarnished by time. Man in his weakness, forever lured by her charm. Ranks of suitors endlessly drawn, held spellbound as servants locked. . An insatiable thirst pursues a perfect partner. Death sits upon an oblivion throne. Driving man to war. Her ladyship waiting to be whole. . Eons have rendered her boredom
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Red earth, parched and dry, wild and windswept, under a scorching sky. A once lush land, forgotten in time, promises broken, now an empty paradigm. . Barren and bleak, a wasteland of despair, man’s greed destroyed, all that was fair. Once-flowing rivers, now dry as bone, weeping for lost memories, forever unknown. . But amidst
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I dare not leave my house without my cloak. A false guise, used to cover my true self. As if a spy in stories of old, I slot seamlessly into the norms of social expectation. A world where we are statistics, mere numbers, toiling away in our 9-5’s. I watch, learn and observe. I work
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This is the story of the three brothers. One loved, one forgotten, one guided to the future. Three brothers born in seperate summers. Three brothers born to different mothers. Three mothers that were one-off lovers. Now, these mothers rose their sons with a difference. The first held their son to magnificence. The boy was forever worshipped,
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