writing
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The Violet Fire and the Dance in the Rain
When you destroy a person’s self-esteem, no matter how big or small, there is no street left for him to go to but Death Avenue. When he gets there, he has two choices: stay there for good or find a way out. Continue reading
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There’s No Money in It
“There’s no money in it,” the guy laughed. “Look at me.” He laughed harder. I responded with a smile, that wasn’t visible in the dim, and with silence. My sausage roll was more interesting. I sliced a piece and took a bite. I wasn’t really insulted, more unaffected. Continue reading
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Not My Year of Victory (A Nostalgic Post)
Sometimes I find myself writing what seems to be endless drafts of a new writing assignment. When that’s the case, I know either the topic lacks some depth or is completely the wrong one to write about. As I worked on my traditional end-of-year reflective blog post this month, I saw four drafts already on… Continue reading
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Change (A Nostalgic Post)
People fear change and run away from it because change brings the unknown, challenges, uncertainty, and discomfort. Continue reading
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I Started Writing…
I started writing because friends were quick to judge. While explanation and reasoning were still incomplete, they were ready to dismiss. Continue reading
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Your Time Will Come | The Illusion and Delusion of Success
If you’re pursuing your purpose and your dreams, it’s easy to fall at times into the mental trap that you’re not making any progress. Everywhere, on traditional and social media, you see people wearing their medals of success with bravado and announcing it to the world. Due to frustration, tiredness, or even loneliness, you feel… Continue reading
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Xenflexio
No burn marked my neck as a shower of flames fell from the sadistic heaven. I expected to be seared but nothing of the sort occurred. Heaven’s wrath didn’t terrify me, for I knew the flames were illusion like the paradise that they promised. So I ran away from it all and I told myself… Continue reading
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Xenkissos
His name I didn’t know. I wanted to ask. I yearned to know so I can utter it under my breath ten times. No make that a hundred, or a thousand, or a million. A name is a powerful thing. When it’s owned by someone important in our life, someone so significant, someone who had… Continue reading
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