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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Language of Stars
In the vast expanse of the night sky, she deciphered the constellations, unlocking a celestial language that spoke of love, loss, and the boundless possibilities of the universe. With each twinkle, the stars wove tales that transcended time and space, painting pictures of cosmic events and guiding souls toward their destinies. As she traced the ethereal patterns with her finger, she found solace and inspiration in the cosmic whispers that echoed across light-years. The language of stars became her guide, unveiling the interconnectedness of all things and reminding her that she, too, was made of stardust.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
The Mirror's Reflection
Within the aged depths of an ornate mirror lay a realm beyond the mere reflection of reality. It held the power to reveal not only what was but also what could be. A touch upon its gilded frame unlocked glimpses of alternate realities and parallel lives, where choices diverged and destinies splintered. The mirror became a portal to the kaleidoscope of possibilities, a gateway to the uncharted territories of the soul. As its surface shimmered with hidden truths, it whispered secrets to those willing to listen, inviting them to embrace the transformative power of self-discovery.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
The Time Traveler's Locket
Nestled within the delicate embrace of a vintage locket, she discovered a miniature hourglass—a relic imbued with the power to transcend time. Each turn of the tiny sand-filled vessel rewound the threads of the past, unraveling memories and rewriting history with each delicate grain. As the golden grains cascaded through the narrow neck of the hourglass, she relived precious moments and reshaped her own destiny. The locket became her portal to bygone eras, a tangible connection to the ebb and flow of time itself. With every twist, she delved deeper into the enigma of existence, forever bound to the intricate dance between past, present, and future.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
The Guardian's Gaze
Carved into an ancient stone, the eyes of a forgotten guardian peered through the veil of time. Within their gaze lay the power to unlock the mysteries of the ages. Those brave enough to meet their piercing stare were granted glimpses of a bygone era, where legends were born and destinies were forged. The guardian's eyes, weathered by centuries, held the weight of forgotten tales and whispered secrets. Silently urging curious souls to seek answers within the shadows of history. For those who dared to look.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
The Unseen Artist
Hidden within the brushstrokes of a renowned painting, an enigmatic artist had embedded a cryptic message—a plea for help from a world accessible only through art. Unbeknownst to the masses, this masterpiece held a portal to a realm where colors danced and emotions took tangible form. To the discerning eye, the painting was a gateway to another dimension, a world where imagination and reality melded. The artist's brush had woven a tapestry of secrets and whispers, inviting those who dared to decipher its mysteries.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
That One Last Note
The concert hall fell into a hushed silence as the final note resonated through the air. The hauntingly beautiful melody, expertly crafted by the pianist's fingertips, transcended the boundaries of mere music. It was as if the sound itself possessed the power to open a portal to another world, a realm where emotions danced freely, and dreams materialized before the audience's eyes. Each note had become a brushstroke on the canvas of imagination, painting vivid landscapes of love, sorrow, and untold possibilities. The pianist had unlocked a gateway to a dimension where hearts were forever touched, leaving an indelible mark on the souls who had the privilege of listening.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
Whispering Trees
In the heart of a mystical forest stood ancient trees, their branches reaching toward the heavens like outstretched arms. These majestic sentinels were keepers of secrets, whispering tales to those who dared to listen. The rustling leaves, like pages of an unread book, revealed stories of forgotten love, unsolved mysteries, and the ebb and flow of life itself. The interplay of sunlight and shadow painted a tapestry of emotions, drawing wanderers into a realm where the line between reality and enchantment blurred. As the wind caressed their branches, the trees shared their ancient wisdom, inviting all who approached to become part of the tale they silently wove.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
The Moonlit Dance
Beneath the luminescent glow of the full moon, two souls danced in perfect harmony, their movements an exquisite symphony of grace and passion. With each step, their feet seemed to kiss the earth, leaving behind trails of stardust that shimmered and faded like fleeting dreams. In this ethereal moment, reality merged with fantasy, and time itself stood still. Their silhouettes, illuminated by the moon's gentle caress, told a story of love and longing, of a connection that transcended the confines of mortal existence. The moonlight cast an otherworldly sheen upon their entwined forms, capturing the essence of a dance that echoed through eternity.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Key
In the depths of an old attic, hidden beneath a layer of dust, she stumbled upon a rusty key. Unbeknownst to her, this seemingly insignificant artifact held the key to unlocking a long-lost treasure. Its tarnished surface told tales of adventures long gone, secrets whispered in forgotten chambers, and riches buried beneath the sands of time. As she held it in her palm, a surge of anticipation coursed through her veins. She could almost taste the thrill of uncovering the hidden trove, the thrill of rewriting history.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
The Moon's Invitation
Last night, the stars twinkled in the vast expanse above, while the wind whispered secrets through the trees. In the realm on the western side of the painted tower, east of the cassia hall, a tale unfolded, weaving together elements of longing and connection.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
For sale
In the forgotten depths of a storeroom, the shoes lay untouched, preserving the essence of a life unlived. Each stitch, a testament to hopes unfulfilled and dreams left suspended. For sale: baby shoes, never worn.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
Forgotten Memories
In the dimly lit attic, amidst a labyrinth of forgotten trinkets and discarded furniture, rests an antique wooden chest. Its presence is commanding, beckoning me with an air of mystery. Intricate carvings adorn its weathered exterior, whispering tales of a bygone era. The rusted lock guards the secrets held within, secrets that have waited patiently to be unveiled.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction

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Language of Stars

The Mirror's Reflection

The Time Traveler's Locket

The Guardian's Gaze

The Unseen Artist

That One Last Note

Whispering Trees

The Moonlit Dance

The Forgotten Key

The Moon's Invitation

For sale

Forgotten Memories

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