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Public archive

Writing, process notes, questions, and reflections from inside the Room community. Read across the archive, or step in and add your own.

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The public archive is the outside edge of The Room: posts about writing, attention, work, doubt, love, and building a life with more honesty. Read first, then join when you have something real to add.

Writing and process

Notes on drafts, creative momentum, publishing, and the small choices that make a body of work possible.

Work and ambition

Reflections on attention, discipline, uncertainty, and the pressure of trying to build something meaningful.

Inner life

Slower thoughts about memory, relationships, doubt, becoming, and the private questions behind public work.

Public archive

The latest writing and reflections, ordered by recency.

Ghost love
Love, I haunt the silence where your whispers stay A shadow stitched to every step you drift away I call your name in winds that never seem to rest A restless soul with your memory in my chest I walk unseen where your fading footprints lie A...
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Mother
You held my hand when I was small, You lifted me each time I’d fall, Your voice became my guiding call, Your love, the greatest gift of all. You stayed awake through every night, To make sure I would be alright, You turned my darkness into light....
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Give me children lest I die!
Give me Children lest I die  My heart filled with melancholic thoughts  Wearied eyes of tears that refused to dry  Troubled body, spirit and soul, shout: 'Give me children lest I die!'  Speak to my womb and it'll come alive, Like You commanded...
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Life journey
A man is a full grown baby and a grand is a man turning to childish in style of old age what matters mostly in life is how u conquered your daily till u became an old man ...life full of many disappointments, lots of commitment but are just putted...
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L’élégance du karakou algérien moderne
Je suis Mourad Belloumi, créateur de mode spécialisé dans les tenues traditionnelles algériennes revisitées avec une vision moderne et élégante, notamment le karakou, la blouza oranaise et d’autres pièces authentiques du patrimoine vestimentaire. ...
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LIFE STRUGGLE
LIFE IS SO WEET BECAUSE PEOPLE GO THROUGH DIFFERENT THING, BUH STILL CONTINUE DOING SAME THING. LIFE ITS JUST A WAY OF BEING USED, REPEATING THE SAME LIFE STYLE, WHILE SOME PEOPLE TRAVELLIONG FROM ONE COUNTRY TO ANOTHER. POOR PEOPLE WITH THIER...
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Those who believe will never lack
Your flour will not runout and your oil will not dry up!  Prophet Elijah told the widow "go, make for me bread to eat." And the widow replied, "this is the only flour and oil I have and I want to prepare it so I and my son can eat and die." But...
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Your flour Will not run out and your oil will not dry up.
Your flour will not runout and your oil will not dry up!  Prophet Elijah told the widow "go, make for me bread to eat." And the widow replied, "this is the only flour and oil I have and I want to prepare it so I and my son can eat and die." But...
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Staff
Hi to all the new writers/readers!
Welcome to all the new folks who have joined here! We are excited to have you! And Thank You! Keep writing and sharing!
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Floating on space
it is like nearing the end of the tunnel, still dark yet the light sparkles, the beginning of the end, stars still looks like Paris, I smell the sweet rain dropping, so smooth and calming, dancing on the roof and sliding down my window pane, trees...
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