somewhere a lantern burns in the woods.
somewhere a cold blind man suffers.
they will never meet.
hurting
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transcendence
The cymbals clashed. The audience erupted. The lights flipped on. And then, it was time for us. Time for the dozens of hours we had spent practicing to pay off in three minutes.
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when leaves let go
leaves let go
each one a page ripped out of summer's book
each one a memory that hasn't been remembered since 1969
each one a fragment of what was
why care? they say.
Comments
This is a very enticing and succinct story! It reminds me of the way Anthony Doerr writes. Check him out- Maybe you'll be inspired to expand the story :)
Thanks for the suggestion!
This packs a serious punch. Wow. I'm impressed by how you've managed encrypt a primordial existential howl into such a succinct crisp little piece!
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