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Chapter 4 The Lavender Heir
Uncle Eamon Sasha woke early the next morning to the familiar feel of fur brushing against her arm. Moschops’ purring filled the room like stereo, vibrating through the stillness. She stretched out instinctively—and then it hit her. The letter. It slammed back into her thoughts like a wave. Her mother’s words, the truth about her…
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️ Persistent Patterns
By MissT Today, I let the broken man goThe one who touched me —Not with hands,But with a kind of haunted ache. I’d seen his kind before,Vulnerable like a childWho never learned where to putAll the pain he carried. Eyes full of ghosts and fading dreams,Chasing truths down the bottom of a glass,Smoke curling like…
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Ghost man
by MissT He lived behind smokeand called it safety.I reached through it,cutting my handson the edges of his silence. Every promise was glass —clear, fragile,and always just about to break.Every memory was a ghosthe couldn’t face,and wouldn’t let go. I stood in the doorwaybetween who he wasand who he never became,watching his lifegather dust like…
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Glass and Ghosts
by MissT [Her voice]I saw a face, a smile so fierce,My heart’s protective layer pierced.His hair was soft like meadow grass,His eyes, a green hue of shining glass. [His voice]I saw her hands, so soft, so brave,Reach out to pull me from my grave.Her voice, a light I could not faceToo bright to touch, too…
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The Lavender Heir Chapter 3
Chapter Three the letter Sasha sat on the Tube, watching the people around her with quiet interest. An elderly couple sat across the aisle, likely in their eighties. They didn’t speak. The man was nodding off, head dipping toward his wife’s shoulder before he caught himself each time. In front of them, a little girl…
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The Lavender Heir Chapter Two
Chapter Two Back to Reality The day began slowly. Moschops perched at the foot of the bed, rhythmically kneading the duvet, his eyes half-closed in that smug feline trance. Sirens wailed in the distance. The hum of early traffic filtered through the cracked window—urban static that somehow comforted her more than silence. Sasha still rose…
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Chapter One = The Lavender Heir
Packing up the Past Chapter One There was a chill in the air, and the cold, grey sky confirmed what Sasha already knew—winter was on its way. She turned up her collar, bracing against the bite of the wind. Autumn had always been her favourite. She loved the colours of the leaves. She enjoyed the…
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The Lavender Heir
Intro The old house hummed with the ghosts of forgotten laughter and whispered goodbyes. Sasha ran her hand along the cool, polished banister, a faint scent of lemon polish and something else, something indefinable, clinging to the wood. It was the scent of them, her parents, woven into the very fabric of the home she…
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Echo of Touch (final edit)
MissT Echo of TouchPoems of Longing, Love, and Surrender — Preface These poems are made of sensation—of fingertips on skin, of breath between words, of hearts laid bare in the quiet moments before and after desire. They are not only about passion, but about what happens when longing meets presence, and surrender feels like freedom.…
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Echo of Touch
Echo of Touch by MissT Don’t tell me you don’t want this.Your eyes already gave you away.I could walk out now—untouched,but still smoldering from the echo of your hands.You don’t see the fire you’ve lit in me—not just heat, but hunger and weight.I could break you with a whisper,but instead, I give you just enough…
