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The Librarian and the Lost Quote
Eleanor, a wisp of a woman with hair the color of moonlight, presided over the library like a benevolent spirit. The shelves, groaning under the weight of countless stories, were her companions, each worn spine a whispered memory. One crisp autumn day, a young man named Thomas stumbled into her domain, his eyes mirroring the storm raging outside.
By Creative Chronicles2 years ago in Poets
Just for me
As much as I try to resist, the overpowering smell of your perfume fills the room. It's a scent I once thought I was immune to, but now it surrounds me, bringing back memories I thought I had left behind. Looking around, I can't escape the traces of you that linger in every corner. It's a surreal moment, one that I struggle to put into words. This feeling, this connection - it's unlike anything I've ever experienced before.
By Kings Loyalty2 years ago in Poets
Grandma's Sweet Potato Pie
I can barely remember you because you died along with her, and it's only her daughter who makes you now. Something's missing, but I can't quite put my finger on it; you have the same creamy texture, smooth like the rarest satin suited only for the highest of royals. You still have that unique shade of brown and I can see the specks of spice; it reminds me of her freckles and stars in the night sky. Your crust was always crimped and flaky, so different from her. She could not be compressed, forced in a mold, and she made sure she was always there until she couldn't anymore. It all blends into this perfect sweet bite of nostalgia, comfort, and home except, except something is still missing, and I still can't see it. Maybe the thing missing is her: "It was made with love." It's quite bittersweet to think of you. I miss you, I do, but sweet potato pie, I miss her more.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Poets
