Category: daily_prompt
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Stripped to my bones, this is what I know: I create because I must. Because something inside me knows there’s a gap in the world…
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Some days feel like walking through thick fog. You know the path is there, but each step requires more trust than certainty. The familiar becomes…
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Tonight, on the edge of a new year, I think about how words feel different here and back home. At home, we spoke straight as…
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The perfect reading space isn’t built against a wall – it floats. I’ve got two swinging chairs in my reading corner. Two. My egg chair…
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I was born in the year of mixed tapes and Soviet medals. 1981. Mom says it was a warm autumn in our Bulgarian village in…
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There’s a cruel joke in the English language: how “mindful” and “mind full” are separated by just a space, yet describe completely opposite states of…
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I ran away from dirt roads and chicken coops. Fast and far. My small Bessarabian town had too many chores, too much sweat, too many…
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There’s a fine thread between being intense and being arrogant. Both command attention, but they leave vastly different impressions in their wake. I hope they…
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You know that feeling when you’re so early you become a piece of uncomfortable furniture? That was me, twenty years ago, clutching my backpack like…
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Have you ever performed on stage or given a speech? I loved being on stage. Really loved it. Put me in a Bulgarian folk costume…
S.J. Asher 