Category: Experimental Writing
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An Apology Letter to Someone I Wronged #WriteAPageADay #440
I dip my quill in ink the color of regret— not black, not blue, but something bruised. A shade that stains the air when two souls fracture. I write to you on parchment peeled from my ribcage.
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My Morning Routine: A Chronicle #WriteAPageADay #680
I wake in the hush before the hush before the hush before the scream of the clock. The bed swallows me, spits me out. I negotiate with the morning stranger in the mirror, promising coffee in exchange for recognition. Somewhere, the day waits, a beast at the threshold—it does not ask if I am ready.
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The Mirror That Explains My Dreams #WriteAPageADay #910
The mirror is not silver, not glass, not reflection— it is a mouth, a whisper, a scream of old selves unraveling. Each night, I dream, but is it my mirror that dreams me?
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New Neighbor, Old Ghost #WriteAPageADay #620
A moving truck, a familiar face, and a past that refuses to stay buried. When an old friend returns as a new neighbor, the echoes of childhood stir, weaving memory and reality into an unfinished story.
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Books That Made Me Go ‘What??’ An Odyssey of Literary Chaos #WriteAPageADay #1050
I reach the last page. Or so I think. It folds into another. And another. The story writhes, refuses to conclude, characters resurrect, plotlines unravel, an author laughs from the shadows. I try to close the book, but the pages flutter like a trapped bird, refusing to be caged, refusing to be finished.
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My Rules to Getting Stuff Done #WriteAPageADay #700
Completion is a mirage. No masterpiece is ever done, only abandoned at the right moment. I do not chase the end—I let it find me when it is ready.
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What Would I Wear If My Wardrobe Door Is Stuck? #WriteAPageADay #725
A poetic journey of self-discovery woven through the metaphor of a stuck wardrobe door. As I stand at the edge of morning, I explore what it means to “wear” the world and myself in a moment of uncertainty. The wardrobe remains closed, and I search for meaning in the fabric of my own existence.
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The Odyssey of My Wayward Umbrella #WriteAPageADay #680
I am the seeker, the loser of things, And my umbrella, Once a shield of storms, Has betrayed me, Gone rogue, slipped from my grasp. It is not my fingers it desires anymore, But the wild breath of the wind.
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Fragments of the Infinite
In a city folded like origami, I chase after phantoms of untamed possibilities, their footsteps dissolving into the hum of forgotten electricity. A little of you in me, a little of me in you—let’s recreate the magic wherever we are, wherever I am.
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My Journey: Meditations on Living a Long Life
Embark on my exploration of life, thoughts, and the enigma of longevity. This poetic journey intertwines existential musings into an unorthodox tapestry, culminating in a profound meditation on the interconnectedness of existence.
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