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  • Writing

    In my opinion writing means digging deep. Figuring out things that are solely you. Who are you? I’ve heard this asked many times and all I can think of is to say I don’t know. And people say that you should know who you are without a doubt. But I’m someone who makes mistakes. Who…

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  • Can you hear me?

    Day 1 I’m waiting… I’m not quite sure what for but I’m here. Day 2 I’m still here waiting for you. Do you see me yet? Can you feel the way my heart aches for you to respond? Day 3 I haven’t given up yet. I’m still lost in the fog of you. Day 59…

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  • My First Time

    I haven’t been as active as I would like to be here. And I felt as if I was getting locked into a rut where I wasn’t using my voice and I haven’t been feeling heard. Mainly that I was getting complacent in that. I create. It is who I am. And yet the creations…

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  • Thread

    I thought I laid all of this to rest the sound of absolution rung inside of my head. I breathed in a defeated breath and walked away from a life that had been long since dead Yet here you are in my dreams haunting my memories I try and push them back into their place…

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  • Notes & Napkins

    Notes & Napkins

    She was beautiful just sitting there in the coffee shop her long hair surrounding her like a shield. Silver laptop open and purple headphones that covered her ears she never looked directly towards me but I felt comfort when she was near. I, sitting on the other end of the shop, am working on a…

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  • Hide and Seek

    Will you find me in the dark? The way I have found you so many times Or will you give up your futile chase Leave me to drown in the darkness it surrounds me as I sit here waiting Pulls at my fingertips begging me to come find all its secrets and as I get…

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  • Sleep Deprived

    Sleep Deprived

    Set your story before dawn or after midnight. Your character is awake for a specific reason. Posted in Short Story on Aug 8, 2025 https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/author/geneva-rioz/ I can hear the birds chirping quietly outside even though the sun has not deigned to rise. Here I lay waiting. Waiting for what? I’m not quite sure. My mind seems to…

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