Taylor Ward
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From a small town, I find joy and grace in my trauma and difficulties. My life, shaped by loss and adversity, fuels my creativity. Each piece written over period in my life, one unlike the last. These words sometimes my only emotion.
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The Shadows She Wore
Louise Jones had always felt the eyes upon her, like a shadow that clung to her heels in the thick humidity of an August morning. The way the world whispered, “Louise is peculiar,” lingered in the back of her mind like an old song that never quite left. The folks in town didn't understand her, but that didn’t stop them from casting their gazes sideways whenever she passed, as if she'd stepped out of some storybook filled with ghosts and gossips.
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Motivation
The Last Breath of Summer
In the year 2050, the world had become a place where everything moved too fast. Time had shrunk into a thousand little increments, and every second needed to be optimized—an idea that no longer just lived in the minds of the businessmen, but had seeped into the very bones of everyday life. People didn’t take a breath without it being monitored, quantified, and assessed, as if the simple act of inhaling had become something to measure, to improve, to perfect. And somehow, in all this striving for perfection, they lost touch with the very thing that made them human.
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Futurism
The Breath of Time and the Gift of Choice
The morning air was crisp, still holding a chill that lingered before the sun broke through the horizon. A fine mist lay low over the pastures, and the scent of earth — warm and sweet with the promise of a new day — filled my lungs. I stood on the porch of the old farmhouse, hands resting on the worn rail, rocking gently in my chair. The wood was smooth from years of use, worn by the hands of those who had come before me. I could almost hear my grandfather's voice in the wind, his quiet, wise words whispering through the trees. His land, his legacy — it was now mine to tend to, though some days, it felt as if the burden of time itself weighed heavier than the work.
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Motivation
Dear Bud
man who touched our lives in ways that words can scarcely capture. We first crossed paths with him in 2021 when we began purchasing eggs from his humble farm. Little did we know that this simple transaction would lead us to a profound friendship that felt like family.
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Families
