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Your Story - Part Two
The water gurgled softly, looking golden in the rays streaming in through the foliage as it weaved through the dark greens of the forest floor. The soft chirping of birds and grasshoppers harmonized with the water creating a symphony. And stood the majestic beast in the spotlight when the leaves parted wide enough. With his head held high and antlers tall, he painted a picture of absolute beauty.…
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aksha-doc · 3 years
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Your Story
I walked down the long winding path, the gravel crunching beneath my feet with every step. In no hurry, I halted. Tilting my head up, I basked in the warmth of the sun on my face. The gentle breeze, pleasant against my skin, ruffled my hair. And along with it brought the sweet scent of honeysuckles. Birds chirped softly from where they were hidden in the bright green shaded leaves of the swaying…
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aksha-doc · 3 years
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Illios: Chapter Three
Creeping down the stairs in the pitch-black darkness, Leon avoided all the parts that he knew squeaked. In his hand, he held tightly a silver key that was strangely glowing in the dark, That afternoon, he had gotten the key from his parent’s bedroom, where they had hidden it behind a portrait opposite their bed.  Leon did not know what compelled him to find the key or why he has this sudden urge…
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aksha-doc · 3 years
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Illios: Chapter Two
The mansion was highlighted by the rising moon’s light; each silver and gold on the estate shimmered and gleamed while all the shadows appeared darker. A beautiful contrast, appearing even more stunning in the white of the snow that stretched for miles all around. The black and silver gates wrapped around the house in a protective embrace blended in with its surroundings. Three stories high, all…
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aksha-doc · 3 years
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Illios: Chapter One
His eyes were trained on the faded brown door, waiting with bated breath for it to creak open. Pain flared with every breath he took, his wrists aching against the cuffs that kept him against the wall. He looked down to see….Golden blood? There was a deep cut along the inside of his left thigh, blood trickling down in a steady stream. Oh, that explains why he couldn’t feel his leg…. But why was…
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aksha-doc · 3 years
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Painted World
With each stroke of his brush, he painted a world, a world filled with beautiful colours, shades of reds and greens and whites spilt all over the canvas taking the form of love, of happiness, of life. With each stroke of his brush, he painted a world he longed for. What does it take to be hopelessly in love like the lovers in his portrait, kissing in the rain, coloured in greys and reds, their…
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aksha-doc · 3 years
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The Northern Lights
Shining and shimmering, In shades of green and blue, Against the darkened sky, Bright in the white snow, There in its glory, The northern lights. Green like an enchanted fire, Blue like an ocean's wave, It flows and waves, Gleams and glow, A beauty like no other, The northern lights. Reflecting against frozen lakes, Disoriented and unclear, Yet bright and stunning, Unbeatable by any, It exists…
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aksha-doc · 3 years
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Thank You
Under the starry night, I lay down on the ground, Soft grass tickling and Smooth winds ruffling Under their watchful gaze, I whisper to the moon, "I am finally happy", A gentle smile on my face. Under their glowing brightness, Fireflies matching them, Trees swaying, I let out a laugh. Under their sparkling glee, "Love, dinner is ready", A soft voice called, Glowing like an angel. Under the…
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aksha-doc · 3 years
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Not On a Tuesday
Not On a Tuesday
“So, will you do it?”, Jason asked, ruffling his fiery red hair, brown eyes looking at the man pacing in front of him .  Jason was sitting on one of the plush black armchairs, placed in front of the fireplace. On the sleek wooden centre table sat a nice steaming cup of coffee, a contrast to the cold snowing weather outside. The chillness seeped in through every layer of warmth, freezing down to…
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aksha-doc · 3 years
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Alone Together
Falling. He felt the wind rush past. He saw the sun shining up above. He smelt the sea as it got closer, And closer. And closer. Closer. He took in a breath. Submerged. The water sparkled like sapphires. The salt burned his skin. Need to get to shore. Don't breathe. Get to shore. Icarus faked his death. Crawled onto the shore, Skin sparkling gold and reddened, And Apollo said, "Your dad won't…
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aksha-doc · 3 years
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Life
Nothing is truly poetic. Life ain't poetic. It's not beautiful. It's not melodious. (And it never will be.) And yet... And yet we make it poetic. We add the colours. We add the rhymes. Life ends. Not in a beautiful tragedy. Not in a hero's journey. (It merely ends.) And yet... And yet we make it poetic. We add the love. We add the bravery. Life... It never is, And never will be, A…
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aksha-doc · 3 years
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Red And Gold
Wars fought by swords for a crown. With each clash, A crown hidden, gleams brighter. But why do the swords clash? Why do they fight, When the sword never sees its glory? Why do they fight, When they are merely covered in red? Not gold, not finery. But red. Why do the crowns fight? For more gold? For more finery? When they have all they can, They wish for more. Crowns are gold. Swords are…
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aksha-doc · 3 years
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Hidden Order
Footsteps echoed through the cold, claustrophobic darkness, wandering around trying to find the exit to the wretched tunnel that they had found themselves in for days on end now. The even strides slowed down to a stop in front of a crossroad. Choosing the one on the right, uncertain steps soon picked up pace when they saw light at the end of the tunnel. A small sigh escaped when the half-moon of…
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aksha-doc · 3 years
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Golden Hue
The water gurgled softly, looking golden in the rays streaming in through the foliage as it weaved through the dark greens of the forest floor. The soft chirping of birds and grasshoppers harmonized with the water creating a symphony.  And there in the spotlight, when the leaves parted wide enough, stood the majestic beast. With his head held high and antlers tall, he painted a picture of…
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aksha-doc · 3 years
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Two Vampires, A Soup Demon and Lucifer Make an Interesting Quadruple
Two Vampires, A Soup Demon and Lucifer Make an Interesting Quadruple
“And you want me to turn you because…?” Chris asked, slightly tilting his head. He was standing by the window, the moon’s silver light framing his tall and broad silhouette, curly light blond hair now looked white and his red eyes shone like rubies in the dark. “Once I am a vampire, I won’t need to breathe!” Mike threw his hands up, pacing the length of the room. “My asthma is so bad some days…
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aksha-doc · 3 years
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`Amid the mess in the kitchen, stood Amelia, her once brown hair now covered in fluffy white flour, and her white t-shirt decorated with different stains. The once silver walls of the kitchen were now painted light pink, the remains of strawberry tarts and the black marble floor had different shades of red and green. It was miraculous that Amelia was able to hear the doorbell above the shrill of…
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aksha-doc · 3 years
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The Sound Of Colours
The Sound Of Colours
In this world full of colours, There are too many to choose from. And yet it is not enough. My favourites, you ask? Blue. It is the soft gurgling of a stream, Weaving through the greens of the forest floor. The crashing of waves. Hard and unforgiving against the rocky cliff sides. It is the happy calls of the birds, Soaring through the endless skies. The celebrations of people As they…
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