Marie381Uk
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I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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The Two Twin Williams
The Two Twin Williams The night their mother died, the wind carried no song. The house stood still beneath the weight of sorrow. A candle flickered beside her bed as the midwife whispered prayers. One child cried in his Mothers arms, strong and fierce, the other weaker, silent as the grave she would soon fill. The nurse lifted the quiet one, wrapped him in cloth, and looked to the woman who was slipping away. She will not live till dawn, the midwife said. The nurse nodded once, then vanished into the cold with the child. No one saw her leave, no one asked why. By morning, only one boy lay beside the mother’s still hands. They named him William and buried her beneath the cypress tree. The other child was carried far into the dust to grow among strangers and silence, his name whispered only in dreams.
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Fiction
The Bells of Black Street
The Bells of Black Street The year was 1832, and the city stank of death. A damp fog rolled in before dawn, thick as wool, curling around chimneys and spilling through the alleys. Beneath it, the cobbled streets glistened with grime, the gutters overflowed, and the air hung heavy with fear. Mothers pressed cloth to their children’s faces, fathers went to work with trembling hands, and everyone whispered the same word that made even the strong turn pale — plague.
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Fiction
