Air swirling in blue,
twilight brings a growing fear.
the d(r)ead creeps closer.
About the Creator
mokradi_
Pari (he/they)
A BIPOC settler in Coast Salish Territories of so-called 'Canada'.
On the road to reconciling the worlds within while reclaiming my journey, one story at a time.
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Veiled Pages
Hidden ink ✒️✨ shifts lines Truth dances 💃🕵️♂️ in veiled whispers 🌫️ Pages breathe deceit ⚡📜 These words are not just poetry .. they are a reflection of reality. The files have been tampered with, hidden, and reshaped to shield the guilty. Truth is not negotiable, and silence is complicity. 🌑✊
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Off the Book
It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
By Nicky Frankly5 days ago in Fiction
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