TheScriptedMind
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Sharing the thoughts we hide, the feelings we bury, and the truths we whisper only to ourselves.
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Pages We Never Wrote
The afternoon sun slanted through Alice’s curtains, painting her small apartment gold. The place smelled faintly of coffee and old paper — her kind of comfort. She was cleaning out a drawer when she found it: a worn brown notebook with a broken spine and a small doodle of a heart on the back page.
By TheScriptedMind3 months ago in Writers
The Echo of Twenty-Two
The Measure of a Line The first day of the Advanced Poetics seminar was always a quiet riot of expectation. Twenty-year-old students, clutching overpriced, dog-eared anthologies, sat ramrod straight, waiting for Professor Mark Ellison to walk into the high-ceilinged lecture hall.
By TheScriptedMind3 months ago in Writers
