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The Last Vote
Ethan Clarke’s hands trembled as he gripped the cold metal railing of his balcony. Below, the streets buzzed with the fading cheers from his election rally. At twenty-eight, he was the youngest provincial assembly member ever elected from his district — a victory that surprised even his closest supporters.
By Arshad khan7 months ago in Poets
My Midnight Drabble
The Midnight Feast Candles flickered on silver trays. Grapes glistened, cakes steamed, and a roast turned by itself. I sat barefoot in moonlight, surrounded by creatures in gowns and masks—foxes, hares, a boy with stars for eyes. Laughter echoed like wind in silk. I ate cherries that bled ink, drank from a goblet that refilled with my favorite taste. Someone whispered, “Don’t wake up.”But I did.
By Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
