writing_is_art (Ayushi)

Canada

i write sometimes :D

Message from Writer

/It’s alright to stop, there is no need to run without even knowing the reason/
~

writing_is_art (Ayushi) (Canada) started following HeyThereRose (United Kingdom)

3 months ago

writing_is_art (Ayushi) (Canada) liked Apparently, I don't really count by BirdofPrey (United States)

4 months ago

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4 months ago

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4 months ago

writing_is_art (Ayushi) (Canada) published:

L'appel du vide

PROMPT: Writing Streak Challenge Week 14

My song: Black Swan (Orchestra version)- BTS

We all have an inner compass, a piece of our very soul that pulls us through every day of existence, a spiritual guide for our blind eyes to see beyond what is directly in front of us. This compass points us to pieces of art that are mirrors of our very selves, paintings and writings and music that reflects our own needs and wants and desires. It is this inner spiritual compass of...

4 months ago

writing_is_art (Ayushi) (Canada) liked To the People of Glasgow by thisiswhoiam (United Kingdom)

4 months ago

writing_is_art (Ayushi) (Canada) liked Innocent Illusion by Sophiaxwong (Hong Kong)

over 1 year ago

writing_is_art (Ayushi) (Canada) reviewed:

With You

FREE WRITING

A poem that resonated within me and reached a different note in my heart! Well done :D

Keep writing!

over 1 year ago

writing_is_art (Ayushi) (Canada) reviewed:

Draining Darkness

PROMPT: Micro Memoir

A short piece overflowing with attitude and determination! I loved that your voice took center stage and that your boldness was weaved within the words.

Keep writing!

over 1 year ago

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writing_is_art (Ayushi) (Canada) published:

Phantoms

FREE WRITING

    The wind carried with it the phantom smell of smoke. Every damned soul foolish enough to wander these silent lands between the mountains of the north and the wastes of the south knew that the fires had burned themselves out long ago. Strange markers of life were all that remained. Between the ashes of the city and forgotten screams of the dead, pieces of life remained unbroken. Patches of cloth burned through sparingly, pieces of a table that...

Seeking Peer Reviews

over 1 year ago