#prose Trending Posts - Proof of Brain

6 days ago

Yours, Tumbleweed. Well, aren't you a bit of marvelous or two? I'd like to live under the hump of your nose. I'd live good. From the thoughts you don't need no more, I'd boil myself soups. The…

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4 months ago

DaylightLover He thinks of her, still. The box-dye hair that reeked of crushed aspirin, filled him with equal parts longing and dread. He'd met her when she was unwell, and should have…

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5 months ago

Emotions & Feelings

ghosts that don't know what to do with themselves It feels like I've been talking with you so very long, the neighbors must've gone to sleep by now. And I've given you faces, b

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11 months ago

In Nature's Embrace The trail came up to a wide open view of the slough. Tall grasses and reeds as far as the eye could see. The stillness and the silence. The Canada geese in the thicket eating…

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3 months ago

Her Val Gift - The Diary Piece I Never Wrote ***Dear Diary... Today I deviate a bit from the norm. I have been asked by a friend whom I hold dear, to do a piece for her. Due to the nature of my thoughts towards her, I have…

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3 months ago

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7 months ago

Day 12 of the 100 Word Horror Story Challenge: Post Anonymously Post Anonymously Ibrahim the atheist had the most riling thing to say about Islam, and there was no better place to say it than some huge Islam Facebook page he saw.

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7 months ago

Day 13 of the 100 Word Horror Story Challenge: Hurricane Milton [lil art made by me] Hurricane Milton Chaos is an opportunity. Hurricane Milton advances and everyone on it's path evacuated. Huge chaos! Which means a huge oppor

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4 months ago

Blockchain Poets

A Sea Of People Worshipping - A Poetic Practice A constant buzz of moving large and small objects in a blur fades into the distance when a gaze fails to focusespecially after hearing all the ruckus. In stark contrast to the…

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5 months ago

Blockchain Poets

When alone - A Poetic Practice The stars are shining down on me as i gulp at the golden liquid getting my conscious into some abyss a pit just within reach all the time threatening my sanity. This insanity…

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