Mark

Joined May 2023

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Just got back to writing, and we got another paper load of poems inspired by Japanese art. Hi, I am Mark and you can read all you want. FOR FREE! (Stripe isn't available on Philippines T^T, but you can still provide your support by Paypal!)

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Luminous Echoes
Startled, I turned to face a spectral figure—a ghostly apparition of a woman, her ethereal beauty juxtaposed against the decaying machinery surrounding her.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
The Longing Hours
He arrived late, again, just like every other night. Liz's heart clenched with a mixture of frustration and longing as she tightly gripped the armchair. Her stocking snagged on a splintered corner of the parquet flooring, causing her to steady herself before resuming her endless pacing in the front room. Back and forth, back and forth she went, each footstep echoing the cheerless ticking of the grandfather clock.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
The Bookworm's Haven
Within the labyrinth of bookshelves, a sanctuary awaited the bookworm—a haven where the written word whispered untold tales and characters came alive. The musty scent of aging pages intertwined with the scent of imagination, transporting readers to worlds both familiar and unknown. With each turn of a page, they embarked on adventures, embarked on adventures, their minds unfurling like delicate petals. Within this refuge of ink and paper, they found solace, inspiration, and a sense of belonging. And became a realm where stories converged, where readers and authors met on the sacred ground of shared narratives.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
The Raindrop's Journey
As it fell from the heavens, a single raindrop embarked on a breathtaking journey. It danced upon leaves, cascaded down petals, and joined the ripples of puddles, exploring the intricate tapestry of life. Along its path, it absorbed the stories whispered by the world, carrying with it the essence of dreams, sorrows, and newfound hope. The raindrop was a witness to both the ordinary and extraordinary moments, reminding us of the profound beauty hidden within the simplest of things. In its transient existence, it mirrored the ephemeral nature of life.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
The Puppeteer's Strings
With masterful skill, the puppeteer deftly manipulated delicate strings, but little did the audience know that the marionettes were mere reflections of their own hopes, fears, and desires. As the puppeteer breathed life into these wooden figures, they embodied the human condition, showcasing the complexities of emotions and the interplay of destiny and free will. With each graceful movement, the strings whispered the stories of the puppeteer's own heart, echoing the universal experiences shared by all who witnessed the mesmerizing performance. In the puppeteer's artistry, they found a mirror that reflected their own journey through the labyrinth of existence.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
The Music Box's Lullaby
From the delicate confines of a music box, a melodic lullaby wafted through the air, captivating all who listened. Its soothing notes wove a cocoon of tranquility, transporting listeners to a realm where dreams and reality intertwined. In this enchanted world, time stood still, and the melodies whispered stories of forgotten lands and eternal love. As the music box played, it unlocked hidden chambers within the heart, allowing dormant emotions to awaken and take flight. It was a testament to the transformative power of melody, a reminder that even in the midst of chaos, a single song could bring solace and serenity.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
The Whispering Breeze
In the gentle caress of the whispering breeze, keen listeners heard more than a mere rustle of leaves—they caught echoes of forgotten loves, long-lost friendships, and the gentle reminders of the beauty that surrounds us. The wind carried with it untold stories, secret messages written upon the air, and the soft murmurs of souls long departed. To those who paused and embraced the breeze, the world transformed into a symphony of untold tales, where whispers became shouts and the mundane became magical.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
The Cursed Quilt
Each stitch on the old quilt told a story of its own—a haunting tale that ensnared the curious and forever bound them to the threads of its dark magic. With each touch of the fabric, tendrils of enchantment curled around the senses, drawing the unsuspecting deeper into its mystical embrace. Those who dared to wrap themselves in its folds found their own narratives intertwining with the quilt's ancient secrets. As they unraveled the stories intricately woven within its patchworks.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
The Dancing Fireflies
The mesmerizing dance of the fireflies, as they waltzed through the night, mirrored the fleeting moments of joy in life. Each flicker of their tiny bodies was a reminder to cherish the magical sparks that ignite our souls. As darkness settled, the fireflies illuminated the world with their ephemeral glow, painting the night sky with an ethereal tapestry. Their enchanting ballet mesmerized all who beheld it, awakening dormant wonder and rekindling the flames of hope.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Bookstore
Within the cozy embrace of a quaint bookstore, tucked away on a bustling street corner, she stumbled upon a hidden treasure—an enchanted tome. Its timeworn pages exuded a faint whisper of ancient magic, revealing forgotten tales and granting wishes to those who dared to read them aloud. As she turned each page, she was transported to worlds where dragons roared and fairies danced, where legends were reborn and ordinary lives were transformed into extraordinary adventures. The bookstore became a sanctuary where the ordinary could shed its skin and embrace the extraordinary, where imaginations soared and hearts discovered new horizons.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
The Pen's Journey
The pen was more than a mere instrument—it was a conduit to uncharted realms. With each stroke upon the blank canvas, the writer stepped closer to a world where dreams intertwined with reality. Words flowed from the nib like rivers of possibility, bringing forth characters, landscapes, and emotions that leaped off the page. The pen became a vessel through which stories came alive, inviting readers to join the writer on a journey where the boundaries between imagination and truth blurred. With each word, they delved deeper into the labyrinth of creativity, discovering that the pen held the power to reshape worlds and change lives.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
The Door to Wonderland
Within the forgotten corners of a once-majestic garden, concealed by foliage and the passage of time, a door stood in silent invitation. It beckoned to the curious, whispering promises of whimsy and wonder, of a world where reality danced with imagination. As the door creaked open, it revealed a hidden realm where vibrant hues painted the air, where fantastical creatures roamed and dreams materialized. Beyond that threshold, the ordinary became extraordinary, and the mundane morphed into magic. It was an invitation to embrace the childlike wonder that lay dormant within each heart.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction

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Luminous Echoes

The Longing Hours

The Bookworm's Haven

The Raindrop's Journey

The Puppeteer's Strings

The Music Box's Lullaby

The Whispering Breeze

The Cursed Quilt

The Dancing Fireflies

The Enchanted Bookstore

The Pen's Journey

The Door to Wonderland

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