Category: Perosnal Journal
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Morning Images of dim burgundy light pulsed through Apricot Signa’s dreams, like lantern glow bleeding through silk, warm and steady with her heartbeat. For a moment she drifted inside it, safe. She thought of paper lanterns strung across Castor’s summer…
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Blood In The Streets Night pooled in New Ash City like spilled ink, neon rims bleeding into the gutters. Arikado moved through it the way a man moves through a dream he doesn’t trust, slow, precise, senses on thin wire.…
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🥀 From the Shadowy Depths of Sweet Insanity 🖤 Greetings, kindred souls of Sweet Insanity, In the midnight haze of our digital realm, amidst the fluorescent glow of other platforms, I lost my way, neglecting the haunted grounds of Sweet…
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So a lot of what I post now is to youtube. Make sure to check it out. Thanks yall. Catch you later. https://www.youtube.com/@JayceR
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In a society where intellectual deprivation is not just overlooked but perpetually reinforced, where human relations are measured solely by contributions to a collective cause, it becomes evident that we are trapped in a state of frenzied socialist consumption. A…
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The text for BAC has been updated to what will be published. All the content has been proofread, and the layout finalized. The publication is now ready to be printed and distributed. If you are interested in getting a copy…
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The final drafts of Blue Ash Crisis will be posted over the next few days. I have changed the language and rewritten the book completely. Enjoy!
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Dear readers, My apologies for being absent lately. In my case, I have found myself lingering in these strange lands perhaps longer than I should have in the creative journey. The beauty of creativity is that it’s not bound by…
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Isaac McCray, a celebrated Victorian-era investigator, possessed a reputation that echoed through the narrow, cobblestone corridors of his quaint hamlet. His name lingered in the hazy corners of smoke-filled taverns, whispered in reverent tones. The complex tapestry of mysteries he’d…
