As the last sliver of sunlight faded, I plunged into the dark abyss of my imagination. Words danced on the page, weaving a tale of love and loss, of shattered dreams and resilient hope. Each sentence resonated with raw emotion, gripping the judges' hearts and minds. The protagonist fought against insurmountable odds, defying fate and embracing destiny. The final twist left readers breathless, aching for more. With bated breath, the judges proclaimed my story the victor. Tears of joy streamed down my face, for in those few words, I had captured the essence of the human spirit.
About the Creator
-C.A.R.
I've been writing poetry since I was a little girl.
Enjoy,
Crystal Rodriguez
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"It's 10 in Tuscon! We all know what that means... It's Time for Midnight Snacks with your man, Gerald Gee! Ready to spend the night together? Me too! I'm full of snacks and can't wait to regurgitate them all back into your hungry ears. Crack a brew! Pop some corn! Anything to get ready for one hell of a show where the talk maybe cheap but the words cut deep...
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