Tag: creative writing
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Battered but not Broken
Here I sit, drifting on a small boat in the middle of the sea. Nothing but water as far as the eye can see. How did I get here? Do I even know how to steer? Where is the destination and how do I get there? When I first set out, I wasn’t sure what…
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Graveyards and Gardens
Each day I take slow, calculated steps – with my arms outstretched on either side, breathing deeply, eyes fixed just ahead of me – putting one foot in front of the other. It feels like I am traversing a tightrope a thousand feet in the air. Some days I feel as though a strong breeze…
Child of the King 