Gideon Kipruto

Joined October 2024

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Echoes of Absence
Empty halls, your voice has fled, I trace the steps where you once tread. In hollow rooms and dust-clad frames, I call your name, it sounds the same.
By Gideon Kiprutoabout a year ago in Poets
Anchors
Through stormy seas and skies so gray, You held my hand along the way. No need for words, you simply knew, The weight I carried, heavy and true.
By Gideon Kiprutoabout a year ago in Poets
The Rain Promise
Under a drizzling sky, Claire waited at the café, where a promise had been made five years ago. He had to move away, but that night, they'd sworn to meet again if they ever found their way back.
By Gideon Kiprutoabout a year ago in Fiction
The Cooking Disaster
Tom had one goal: impress his date with a “gourmet” meal. With a recipe open and ingredients scattered, he started confidently. But the kitchen soon looked like a battlefield. Flour clouds filled the air; noodles clung to the ceiling.
By Gideon Kiprutoabout a year ago in Fiction
Close Enough
In quiet rooms, our worlds collide, Unspoken words, no need to hide. With every glance, a spark takes flight, You hold my gaze, a lover's rite.
By Gideon Kiprutoabout a year ago in Poets
The Key in the Dust
Emma knelt, sweeping her hand through the old attic’s dust. Her fingers brushed something cold—a small, rusted key. She had never seen it before, yet it felt strangely familiar. The key had a tag, one word scrawled: Remember.
By Gideon Kiprutoabout a year ago in Fiction
Friends for Life
Laughter shared, and secrets told, Memories cherished, as we grow old. Through storms and sunshine, thick and thin, True friends remain, through loss and win.
By Gideon Kiprutoabout a year ago in Poets
Feast of Flavors
Spices dance, flavors collide, A world of taste we hold inside. Sweet or savory, hot or cold, Food is comfort, memories told.
By Gideon Kiprutoabout a year ago in Poets
University Days
Halls of knowledge, walls so grand, Dreams take root, futures planned. In late-night talks and books we find, A spark of growth, a sharpened mind.
By Gideon Kiprutoabout a year ago in Poets
The Old Town Charm
Cobblestone streets worn by time, Echoing steps, a gentle rhyme. Whispers of stories in walls so gray, Memories linger from another day.
By Gideon Kiprutoabout a year ago in Poets
The Silent King
A crown of gold, a throne of stone, Ruling lands he calls his own. His voice is calm, his gaze is still, A king of wisdom, a king of will.
By Gideon Kiprutoabout a year ago in Poets
The Forgotten Call
It was midnight when Sarah's phone rang. The number was unfamiliar, but curiosity got the best of her. "Hello?" she whispered. Static crackled, then a voice, faint and trembling, said, "Help me... I'm lost." She asked who it was, but the voice faded. Thinking it was a prank, she hung up. Minutes later, the call came again—this time, louder, desperate. "Please, help! I can see your house. I’m right outside."
By Gideon Kiprutoabout a year ago in Horror