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The youth’s escape saddened Lucrezia. They always fled.  She sat at her balcony while another Roman night fell. There were

Medusa’s Portrait Sculpture Studio Photo by Saph Photography from Pexels

She sat by the window, watching the reds and oranges illuminate the sky. The sunset was the most stunning she

Sis’s glasses, once broken and then redesigned, dangled from a desk strewn with equations. It’s all she left. When the

The sacred flames measured important timelines. “What is this one?” The novice pointed to a green candle the size of

Due to organizational issues, the future already began yesterday. Photo by Pixabay from Pexels

Icarus, beset by rain, turns back. Photo by Vlad Chețan from Pexels

Jimmy wrapped his treasure around his forehead and carefully tucked in the ends. His tentacle crown proclaimed him King of

Forget about the shovel and the shallow grave. Those are for amateurs. I condemn you to obscurity—not nameless, but a

There are times sadness visits me without a warning, sits herself down without even knocking. I wonder where she comes