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Stars Upon Our Sky

So, once upon a midnight dreary (😏), as I was returning from the local library and on my way home, I -for some obscure reason- glanced towards the night sky and squinted my eyes tightly in hope of seeing stars.

Now, where I live, stars are very hard to percieve, since the city's lights entirely outshine these gently glowing stars and so you have to try hard in order to see them.

Then, however, I -squinting still- noticed that their were quite many *everywhere* and that's when I came up with the metaphor.

Those stars are like the little blessings we have in our life (in this case, the night sky).

Yes, they're there, but we don't always pay them full attention because of the many conflicts and the rush of life the which we encounter everyday (the city's lights being these regular hardships or just life as a whole).

For all that, we always tend to recognise and acknowledge these blessings whenever we see those who are less fortunate than us. Those who scarcely have any stars on their sky.

Those misfortunate beings that make you realise that you're truly, assuredly blessed.

I figured that the moment we do encounter those who are less fortunate than us is the very same instant during which the city's lights go out.

When you -momentarily- forget the present and just revel in the reality of these little stars that illuminate your sky- the blessings that beautify your life.

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Okay, so this an ending for a story that I might write! It's still very unpolished, but do tell me what y'all think?

The Three of Them

As the taunting roar of hatred and shrill cacophony of explosives barricaded them, the three orphaned siblings clutched each other for what was assuredly the last time. Still, in that wilting instant, while Death tore open the veiled gateway to the haunted realm and readied his determined scythe, they weren't so melancholic, no, for they were soon going to be acquitted from life's heartless mutiny and humourless jests. All at once, out of grief and pity, Time halted herself abruptly, and the World, out of regret, erased all other creatures on it. Thus, until their final sigh, in that tender and mortal embrace, all that remained was just the three of them.

THE END.

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Thank you for tagging me @smh-cuz-idc!

Nickname: Nona

Zodiac: Leo

Height: 5′0

Last thing I googled: Do radishes make poop red? (Listen, don’t attack me, I had...an issue)

Song stuck in my head: Are You Bored Yet by Wallows (...TikTok)

Number of followers: 73 (I have no idea why but thank you lots to whoever did lol)

Amount of sleep: 3-4 hours

Lucky number: 4

Favorite song: I don’t have any singular favourites, but I love “Achilles Come Down” (the instrumentals are just *chef’s kiss*)

Favorite instrument: I am obsessed with the Arabian Oud, the violin, and cello.

Dream job: I would love to be an author, English professor, or school counsellor.

Aesthetic: Dark Academia mostly.

Favorite author: At the moment, I’m getting into a lot of gothic literature so, I’ve been reading quite a lot of Lovecraft and Poe.

Favorite animal noises: Owls’ hoot and birds twittering at 5 AM

Random: The sun rise is the loveliest thing to exist, it’s a shame not many pay the sun heed when it rises. (You oughtta!)

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Nickname: CJ

Zodiac: Pisces

Height: 5′6″

Last thing I googled: North American Culture (I was doing a Geography project)

Song stuck in my head: Dinero by Jennifer Lopez. My mom was playing it.

Number of followers: 198

Amount of sleep: 6 hours

Lucky number: 18

Favorite song: I don’t really have a favorite, but I’ve lately been listening to a lot of Stray Kids and Black Veil Brides.

Favorite instrument: I play flute, so probably that, also piano and guitar

Dream job: I either want to be a clinical psychologist or an elementary school teacher.

Aesthetic: It really depends on my mood. Some days I’ll have more of an edgy punk/emo aesthetic, and others I’ll prefer softer pastels.

Favorite author: Wow, that’s a hard one. I read so many books it’s hard to choose a favorite. I think Stephanie Collins is definitely one of them. I can’t think of any more off the top of my head.

Favorite animal noises: Cats purring, that little squeak that otters make, and the wierd grumbles that my dog makes

Random: The stars shine brightest when the night is darkest

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Y’all, I think it is a misspelling of the verb “tumble”...

hey do you have a tumblr

no sorry

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Life and Certainty - Part One?

Quoth Life to his weary-eyed friend, “Sleep all, save thee, avowedly attends, for, sleep thou not when the day is at end...”

Certainty, who hath rested not sith (since) the worlds’ ebony dawns, pondered her companion’s wonder and thus, was her response:

“Upon my word, thou speakest most outlandishly. Sleep? Verily, thou hath forfeited your sensibility. Nay, nay, sleep is naught but a mere yearning of mine, a transient phantom of my design.”

Life, indeed perplexed, a lone brow raised he and, thereafter, said, “Could trivial sleep yield much offence? Fateful Anance! Unknown it is not that thou hast read through volumes many, and twixt your shelves, the minds of those no-more lie plenty. Alas, despite such a winsome case, in wit and reason, thou lackest grace!”

"In this, per-haps, a truth pertained,” quoth ruby-eyed Certainty, “yet, what I beheld in my lengthy wake such blemished pages scarcely obtained,”

“Prithee! What marvellous entities bloomed ‘to sight?” condescended all-knowing Life,

“The chief of which thou wilt never discern, matter it not the might of thy strife.”

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Okay, so, I’ve been reading the English version of the Arabic original: “One Thousand Nights and One Night”. It is riddled with archaic lingo and I figured why not attempt to make something 💫antique💫, y’know?  

(Also, this is somewhat inspired by The Nightingale and the Rose)

Should I complete this “anecdote” in archaic or modern English? 

What do y’all think? Please do “feed me back”! 

Alert: I am not at all experienced when it comes to this style, but I’m down to get roasted, go off really

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Chronicles of Eros - 2

The sky was as vacant as the heart of a man without a whisper of hope within his bosom. It had infuriated me, indeed!

Therefore, I concocted a sky of my own on paper. I penned it to have stark stars that mimicked the manner in which his eyes glimmered when he laughed, a sky as infinite as their abysmal depth, and a moon -a luminous plate of inestimable beauty- that mirrored his face and countenance.

… and what a face it was.

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Eros' Spear

Oh! Indeed had he, with whom she had fallen in madness and love, turn the despairing vices of solitude into pristine virtues; Yes! 'Twas he who fed the ever so blooming desire within her being: the dire need to be alone.

Such was her case for, in her blessed seclusion, she owned all liberty -all power- to let her entirety be engulfed by the wildest, most ferocious seas (waters of sonorous reverie) as she sunk deeper and deeper below Eros's tears, dreaming not of aught but him, that man of which she was -so faithfully, alas so fatally- enamored, ad infinitum.

Bewitched, eternally.

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If there is anything that will most assuredly drive me into insanity it is writing to my ability. For to be a writer is truly a terrible thing. It is not so much a want such as a desperate need, the most self-destructive of passions.

I need to write like I need to breathe, but breathing doesn't so thoroughly destroy me as seeing the depths my soul come to life on parchment. In poetry. In fiction. There is no escape, but I'm not so sure I want to part ways with this love quite yet.

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Took the words right out of my heart.

sometimes i read a phrase in a poem or a story or i see the clouds amble in the sky traced by sunlight or i hear a specific combination of notes on a piano and i just get so overwhelmed with a really specific feeling that i can't really name but i know that this feeling is so human and so tender at its core and that i am a tiny little part of a world so delightfully rich with sensations and i exist to experience this very feeling because it stems from the pure human love for coexistence with the world

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"Why?" - A Shower Thought

No matter the crazed tempo you spit it in; no matter the quivers of pain you sob it in; no matter the blistering rage you yawp it in; no matter the stone-cold walls you scrape it in; and no matter the sleepless nights in which you tore at your skull simply to try and give some reason to a cyclical absurdity.

No matter what, there will never be an answer to "why?". However, your tongue will still twist . . . and it will still bend just to utter an ambiguity of three letters which you know all too well.

Too damn well.

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Pride and Prejudice = "The Proud Millionaire and I"

Is it just me, or is Pride and Prejudice lowkey a more eloquent version of the Wattpad cliché: "Lady meets wealthy dude whom she despises at first because he's rude and arrogant and although he seems to reciprocate her hate, he eventually falls in love with her despite the fact that she isn't as high in the social hierarchy. As the story goes on, she begins to realise that he isn't full of trash, and ends up falling in love with him instead."

I'm not hating on the book, I actually really like it, but just poking some fun at the plotline of the novel.

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A draft I've written recently.. Tell me what you think!

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Memories: The Mind's Whispers.

They saunter and amble about, waltzing elegantly within the barriers of our consciousness and through its leafy meadows.

Those vivid remembrances that highlight their own validity once the luster which had once sharpened them proceeds to fade away along with withering twilights and departing days.

When they do brighten, however, we begin venturing into the ever-restless ripples of our mind, fishing for all the valuable pearls that may be awaiting us among the shells of its deep, deep under.

Alike glowing stars upon an inky sky, memories adorn our lives with jewels of wisdom and insight; and like the way the sun arouses the soft folds of sleeping flowers, they too shall awaken the serene buds of our dreaming hearts.