fiction
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The alarm sounds on her phone, pulling her out of a dream she’d been trying to hold onto. She reaches for it automatically, still half asleep, and the message waiting there makes her smile before she’s even fully aware of herself. She taps the screen with her thumb. The words glow bright in the dim
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Have you ever stopped to wonder how the world sees you? How different that perception might be from how you see yourself? In my eyes, I am not a good person—just a person who tries to do good. To most, I am no one, just another face in the crowd. To some, I am a
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Let me start by saying—I am not a “talented” writer. English was (and still is) my worst subject. Aside from a bit of poetry—which, let’s be honest, is a whole different beast—I’ve never been naturally good at writing. Grammar and punctuation? A nightmare. Turning my thoughts into polished prose? Chaotic at best. So, how did
Ink & Shadows: The Words of Osiris j Reapor 