Is It Love?
It must be...
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His eyes twinkling
Holding his rugged hand out
Wait, it's a high five
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Harbinger of Despair
Who was he but just a man? To feel the weight of the world on his shoulders, he was no Atlas. Yet his bowed stance and tender neck suggested otherwise. It came to him in a dream: the absent stoking of an everlasting flame. A gnarled finger pointed towards an inevitable end, a sign that couldn't be ignorantly shaded; recurrence made sure of it. He didn't remember how long it had been going on; time didn't matter at this point. He just knew it was long enough to be petrified to fall asleep.
By James U. Rizzia day ago in Fiction
Comments (5)
Congrautlations on placing! This gave me a chuckle.
hahah! Congrats on your placement, this was great!!
Love this!! From the title to the last word, you completely understood the assignment and then knocked it out of the park.
Great work! Awesome 💙♥️❤️💚💛
Love it! ❤️