Before I delve into the thick of today’s post, I thought I’d also announce a fun WIP I’ve been working on called Forever Rose, which can be read for free on Wattpad.
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Sharing a Piece of My First…W.I.P
Passed on from generations and generations of my ancestors. Until finally, I was able to piece their stories together.
Underneath the Moonlit Sky (Poem)
Her thoughts swirl unheard.
She yearns for a life worth living.
She chants of a dream long-held within her soul.
Philosophical Journey (Part 8)
The few at the top who benefit from such a hierarchy do everything in their inherited, or hard-earned, right to ensure that the system continues unabated for the most part.
Fantastic World of Writing and Imagination
There are so many beautiful concepts that come to mind, even when just daydreaming. But, of course, we don’t always have the luxury of time on our hands as an adult.
Hybrid Humans and Automation: A Chance to Explore Mars, the Universe, and Beyond!
Hey everyone, it’s Leon R.M. Auguste coming to you with another post! Before I get into the nitty-gritty of today’s topic, that being my thoughts on hybrid humans and outer space travel, I wanted to share some initial thoughts. Mainly my thoughts on automation and how we are becoming insignificant in the workplace. I’ve gained… Continue reading Hybrid Humans and Automation: A Chance to Explore Mars, the Universe, and Beyond!
In 2021: A Divided World
In 2021, there are so many opinions, so many thoughts, so many half-truths, and half-lies. But one thing remains the same, we’re all dealing with demons beyond imagination.Â
The Song of an Ancient People (A Short-Form Poem)
It begins as a hymn and a simple whistle. But as more and more people gather, it builds up like a mighty crescendo.
Raging Storm, Mighty King, and Vexing Visitor
Among the extravagant diadem atop his head; he was possessed by power in all of its phantasmagorical and abhorrently corrupt ways.
Of Foretold Fates and Chosen Harbingers
Rhea knew her inner fear was showing, and she cursed very silently underneath her breath. She wished for nothing more but to hide such vulnerable emotions.
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