praisingod (@praisingod) - Neoxian City

praisingod

2 months ago

The seat by the window Every morning at 6:42 AM, an old man sat in the last seat by the window on the bus. He never talked. Just held a paper bag and got off at the hospital stop. Aisha saw him for 8…

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1.100 NEOXAG

4 months ago

How the sky learned my heartbeat At dawn, the clouds were thin and fast, stretched out like breath held too long. Maya woke to them. Her chest felt tight, like it had all night — that quiet, clenched ache that…

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0.027 NEOXAG

4 months ago

The clockmakers last tooth In a quiet town by the Niger Delta, old Baba Ime was the only one who still repaired clocks. His shop smelled of oil, dust, and burnt coffee. People said his hands could hear…

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0.165 NEOXAG