Tag: creative struggles
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I was born to rage, in rage, and enraged. My calm is not calm. It is the silent perpetual flow of lava under a surface hardened by years of bullshit that predate me stamped by the heavy feet of machines and systems that never saw me as a person tended by people who think because…
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What’s the word for this?
I am tired. The bone deep kind. I have the words and I dont at the same time. And tired is losing its strength because it’s just not quite right. It’s not sleep I need. There’s no more peace at night. Rest always comes with less so there’s no reprieve. There is this weird sense…
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Random Thought
It was pretty weird to get more and more confirmation about how harmful ChatGPT can be for the environment. And let me say that as a tool for ASSISTANCE and not a replacement for the doing of figuring something out or researching, it’s been really helpful for me where social media has lost the plot.…
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Check In of Sorts
I haven’t written anything in a while for a myriad of reasons that I will not go into. Quite frankly, I’m doing this just to make sure that my brain handles connection is still there and hasn’t been completely overtaken by the writing I have to do (I guess I can say I’m in school)…
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Gone for a minute…maybe
So this is that time of year where my brain just wants to shut off and sleep. Never mind that it is damn near August hot outside (Shout out to Southern California), my body just knows that it is in fact Fall/Winter and has slowly slid like a lazy cat downstairs into NOPE mode. No.…
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@thirzahwrites on pinterest Nobody came in apartment buildings. Nobody had enough people or ammo to deal with it. Nobody was crazy enough to try. Not when there were block and block of them all in a row. Jala laughed as she stared at the ceiling as she heard the rest of her small crew moving…
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Kali got in the car and took a deep breath as she closed the door. Normally, Aaron would ask if she was okay. Or turn on the music. But she got in the passenger seat, not the back. “Um, where to?” “Away,” she said as she rummaged through the purse. He didn’t take his eyes…
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Lia stood for a long time outside the small shop. The windows were almost too clear. Crystalline as the lights inside seemed to glitter rather than shine. Almost like the bulbs were meant to resemble fire light of candles. Book shelves in the back were shadowed, appearing dark and worn. Velvet covered seating looked plush…
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Read There
Poetry if you’re interested: https://www.tumblr.com/originalbydondria/743874466122252288/like-the-omen?source=share Trying to keep this blog to fiction posts. Might bring poetic moments here. Pretty sure there is some auto-liking happening here that does nothing for me as a writer, which is why things have been sparse, to say the least. It’s more active on the tumblr side, but I am…
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