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Meev

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Dark desire

A maiden dreamed that she slept with a gallant that she loved tenderly, and that in him everything was diligent and carelessness none had. She, although badly, in the end, resisted, saying: "What will people say about me?" In effect, she complied with her accident, giving both of them the finishing touch to their obstinacy. The gallant kissed her and hugged her with more warmth than a burning log; the sweet to spill did not begin, when he woke up, and said to the dream: "Last a little longer, wh

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Guest

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The part of my soul that is too dark to show

The part of my soul that is too dark to show

Anzila

FreeWriting

Echoes in the Dark

Fifteen strangers receive mysterious invitations to a lavish masquerade at Ravenwood Manor, hosted by the enigmatic Olivia Bennett. Among them are a travel blogger, a private investigator, a con artist, a journalist, and a retired detective, each with their secrets and ambitions. As they uncover hidden clues, alliances form and tensions rise, revealing the manor's dark history.............

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huskicady

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Bridge

City Bridge

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scary horrors

FreeWriting

Dark World

It's dark. When you don't know where you are or how you've come to be there, even the simplest things can be supremely frightening. So it was that when Walter awoke, his consciousness was confused and hazy, and the thing that he fixed on was the darkness. a darkness so thick and oppressive that it could've been a blanket—perhaps it was, for all that the disoriented boy knew. A quick rustle around his immediate area made it clear that no, he was not bound or covered by anything in particular—it w

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Jofforka

FreeWriting

HELLO FOR THE TIME

**I called out for help but no one answered **Pesting my way through to peace **I gave my very all but it never mattered **They took it all, down to the last piece **They said he is fine, he is better off alone **All man to his demon, but mine is legion **They said he is lying, we can tell from his tone **Self righteous bastards, blinded by religion **I heard he died yesterday, oh rest his soul **Pay homage with your cash and flowers **I heard his life was barren, no seed to sow **He died of col

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7eaven

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Batman

Batman standing in the dark.

Batman
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Beer.kim

FreeWriting

Nyctophile

Tears rollin' down cheek, That no one can see Hands tremblin', that no one feels Give such a peace, That nothing compete Being all lonely Make jokes and smilin' Remember them and cryin' Makin' a world and livin' Talkin' to one unseen That's what darkness brings.

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Pathfinder

FreeWriting

DARK HOUR

A stound of loneliness Filled with silence Gazing at the unseen shadows Silent as a wind. A period of breakdown, Time of comfort, Moment of hopelessness And hour of resilience. It's like a season, The most silent of all When one gets to reason. It is the DARK HOUR

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Ese_Oscar

FreeWriting

Night, The Dark Groom

Flowers don't bloom at night (gloom) Diurnal creatures sleep, but nocturnal lives wake Once its night (the groom signifies darkness, the bride light) Birds sleep, crickets wake (chirp to chirp) Men and drones sleep Day parts for the night (bride and groom) Moon and stars are faint So mistakes can be made (like giving Jacob and Leah's story) In darkness we assume position of things and often take wrong decisions Evil lives act Good people await the sunlight When they can see clearly again

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zoar

FreeWriting

Neon Lights

There’s a boy waste his life Everybody is talking Such a Breathtaking Well, it’s too much to take He’s the devil live in the darkness He must be on his madness Pretty sure they’re all hopeless See him now you are in your blindness And now I see him in the light In the midnight, brighter than shining stars Because in this night He’s shining like a Neon Lights He was so Bright No need those Spotlight Like a Shining Star He’s the Shooting Star They tell him he’s a waste They didn’t even give a tast

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Simran

FreeWriting

Tell me why we afraid to dark. I don't know

Is this sun flower the middle part of the flower is dark but around the middle part there is a yellow part which means light. In everyone life one side of the life is dark and one part is light. Our life depend what can we choose. I prefer choose better and try to do better don't fear your dark sides. Instead of being afraid of your darkness, make it your strength.

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Shira Lee

FreeWriting

The Mythos Ace Black

A little insight into the book: For a few weeks there was only one topic among my classmates: the "cursed" mental asylum! It's an abandoned psychiatric hospital. It was closed in the 1960s. After discovering that the patients are being treated in an excruciating, cruel and inhumane way. The torture methods went so far that one of the patients -Ace Black- went completely insane.... have fun

The Mythos Ace Black
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FreeWriting

The Dark Side of Tech: Unmasking the Dangers of Social Media"

In our ever-connected world, social media has become an integral part of our lives. It's a place where we share our stories, connect with friends, and stay informed. However, beneath the glossy surface lies a murky world filled with pitfalls that often go unnoticed. This article exposes some of the darker aspects of social media, urging us to exercise caution in this digital age.

Aijaz

FreeWriting

The Elevator

A group of office workers who are stuck in an elevator and gradually lose their minds, only to discover they've been there for just a few minutes and not the hours they thought.

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FALLENANGEL99

FreeWriting

The Dance of Life and Death

Like a drug, so irresistible The rush, the release, the heat I thought I could stop whenever I wanted Oh, was I wrong 1 turned to 2, which turned to 3, 4 You can't stop It consumes deep inside you The most primal, the most Carnal, the most real It's inside everyone, You are just too Weak to see This void inside my body That needs to be filled Death Death is life Everything I do is to serve life By becoming death Immersing myself in it My craving to kill Our craving to kill We all feel it, But yo

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FreeWriting

Title: Brothers in Arms: A Journey of Bonded Souls

**Summary:** "Brothers in Arms: A Journey of Bonded Souls" is a heartfelt exploration of the unique and enduring bond between brothers. From childhood adventures to facing life's challenges together, the blog delves into the deep connection that brothers share. It highlights the importance of support, camaraderie, and creating lasting memories. Ultimately, it celebrates the unbreakable bond that brothers share, showcasing the strength and beauty of brotherhood.

Rehema94

FreeWriting

Threads of Intertwining Souls

Have you ever gazed upon a shooting star and felt the brush of connection, igniting sparks deep within the galaxies of your heart? Those moments are the whispers of love; for it's love that traverses cosmic spaces and weaves its magic within every twinkling celestial sphere. Let us, you and I, enter this sacred realm and embark upon a voyage of understanding the dynamic flow of connection and commitment, the exhilarating experience we label, Relationship. As we unfurl this panorama of emotions,

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The Blog's Hub

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Infamous Criminal Masterminds: Unraveling Their Dark Deeds

Infamous criminal masterminds remain etched in the collective consciousness, leaving an indelible mark on history. As we delve into their dark deeds, let us not romanticize or glorify their actions but instead seek to understand the complex web of motivations and circumstances that led to their infamous status.

Infamous Criminal Masterminds: Unraveling Their Dark Deeds
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Bisma Nadeem

FreeWriting

People change

I'm taking my leave But the fragments,the remisiscents of the day I first came here remains Life was the bluest sky,changing into a darkest night I had spend crescent of my life in oblivion I wasn't the mould you wanted to carve Wasn't your canvas to paint I was a stranger in your space I was the ivy growing on every inch of your being My eyes were opened to your pain but was too far away to do anything I was the wild fire that goes out of control Burns the haven, the stars, the atoms of the tin

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