My daily practice of bringing depth to simple sentences... He Felt Lonely He hadn't spoken to anyone in weeks, hadn't seen anyone in months. He sat up in bed just like always, a sprawlin...
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My daily practice of bringing depth to simple sentences... She Turned Over She felt the gentle vibration from her phone signalling another notification. But she remained ...
Art History The battle of self would be better described as a war on self, as battles in the context of things are brief skirmishes that last only as long as the willpower and stami...
My daily practice of bringing depth to simple sentences... The Man Entered The Trap House He didn't like nothing about his present environment. As the minute he stepped through the door he was h...
My practice of bringing depth to simple sentences... She Crushed The GlassIn the end, everything gets crushed, everything gets crushed under the perplexity of what we call life. Ho...
My practice of bringing depth to simple sentences... He Dragged The Spear His eyes were focused, absent from fear. His gaze held high with pride. Steady as he locked eyes ...
My practice of bringing depth to simple sentences... He Called Her She'd been on his mind all day, every moment awake he thought of only her. When his eyes would close for even just brief seconds...
My practice of bringing depth to simple sentences... He Looked Thoughtful He looked up to the sky in seeking answers, as if his motion of tilting his head towards the sky would relay to h...
Photo by Cristian Newman on Unsplash My practice of bringing depth to simple sentences... His Toe Nail Was Black The rotten nail of his twisted big toe was as black as night, its texture s...
Art History I remember when I was young and my dad would say, “you mustn’t spit into the wind, because it’ll come back and land on you.” Nowadays often I wonder how much simpler s...
Art History Children are the next generation. But sometimes we forget that. Children follow our actions so that our actions become their actions. But again sometimes we forget this. Ch...
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