HeyJaredAnastasiia Shafran Writing
I write fantasy with an occasional Slavic touch, though I stray into other genres too.
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- Jul 7, 2026
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The Waves (opens the original)
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Here we are again, and I am still not a poet, but I continue to follow the threads of random thoughts that pop up in my head alongside doodles.Disclaimer, if it wasn’t clear before: I am not an artist either :DEven though it’s clumsy, I want to preserve the authenticity of the spontaneous brainwave, so only minimal edits are applied from “original” to the post.Sails unfurled, I rush into the wavescrushing, lulling, carrying meaheadtowards fierce fears, otherworldly wonders,fumbling failures, and
Black Sea (opens the original)
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I am not a poet, and this is technically not a doodle, but its origin is the same: I first saw a picture and then imagined words attached to it. So I decided to include it under “doodle poetry” anyway.It’s an old creation, clumsy and over-explained, but the process of making it was very enjoyable and emotional at the same time. I should do more found poetry, perhaps.Again, I made only minimal edits (punctuation and capitalization, in particular) from the “original” to the post.Ukraine, alongside
Listen (opens the original)
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I am by no means a poet, but occasionally I get a brainwave I can’t resist. Mostly, I just start doodling and then feel the need to fill the spaces between the pen strokes with words.And though I am no wordsmith, I know one thing for sure: you can never predict where a single word might take you. So I thought, huh, why not share some of the words I string together? After all, imperfect art is still art.To preserve the spontaneity of the piece, I aplied only minimal editing.Listenwhen blood flows
Elias Thorne Is What He Eats (opens the original)
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You are what you eat.Elias Thorne dragged the lifeless body of a university professor down into his cellar, her limp limbs drumming down the stairs like a march for the dead. This would be Elias’s third feast.First, Elias got the elegance and beauty of a retired ballet dancer three days ago, but his joints started aching something awful. Then, he got strength from a young boxer the day before yesterday, but the meal also gave him splitting headaches and blurry thinking. He ate leftovers the day
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