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Write a sad snippet šŸ‘

User Profile: MakingANicknameIsHard
MakingANicknameIsHard November 24th, 2023

Feeling kinda sad recently šŸ‘

I'd love to see what kind of thought - inspiring or melancholy snippets you guys can create!

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User Profile: glisteningLight2506
glisteningLight2506 November 24th, 2023

@MakingANicknameIsHardĀ In the quiet solitude of her room, she traced the lines of a letter that would never be sent. Each word, carefully chosen, held the weight of unspoken emotions. The ink on the paper mirrored the tears on her cheeks as she poured her heart into sentences that would remain unread.


Outside, the rain echoed the rhythm of her melancholy. Each drop on the windowpane was a silent companion to the symphony of her solitude. The world carried on, indifferent to the storm within her chest, as she navigated the tempest of her own emotions.

In the dim glow of the moonlight, she found solace in the shadows, where memories whispered and ghosts of laughter danced. The weight of unspoken words hung heavy in the air, like a melody that lingered long after the song had faded.

The ache in her chest was a poignant reminder of a love that had slipped through the cracks of time, leaving behind a canvas painted with the hues of what could have been. As she folded the letter with delicate care, she tucked away the fragments of a story that would never be shared.

In the hollowness of the night, she embraced the echoes of silence, cradling the bittersweet symphony of a heart that had learned to mourn in silence. And as the world outside slept, she let the tears fall, painting a portrait of a soul caught in the delicate dance between what was, what is, and what might have been.
November 24th, 2023

@MakingANicknameIsHard

There once was a puppet named Snippet. The puppet drank wine and it tasted just fine but he gulped it rather than sipped it. One day came a rage Snippet jumped up on stage and began reciting his lines. The lines came out twisted but Snippet insisted his speech it was just fine. His drunken gaffe made the audience laugh and to some that wasnā€™t so bad. But he went off script and his agent did rage that Snippet must never return to the stage. Saddened at his fate he secluded and after some time concluded that wine is fine with moderation but when it makes you a puppet you sure have to rough it. So snippet nipped it, no longer a puppet of wine that messed up his lines. It seemed he was free but Snippet could see himself a puppet to other things. He couldnā€™t escape this lifeā€™s fate of infinite concentric Ā puppet rings.Ā 

Donā€™t be sad, find your puppet stings, take some scissors and snippet. āœ‚ļøšŸ˜‚

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