As its peak is near
You cannot see it up close
A lot like love, right?
UK based English Language & Literature graduate. I write whatever I feel and never limit myself. Take a step into my world.
Find out more about my work here!
How does it work?
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.
More stories from Priscilla and writers in Poets and other communities.
May the roses wither, never to join the soil again. Should we not tend to our bounty? The mountains must rumble and shall be broken down into rocks with others who have also met their fate.
By Priscilla2 years ago in Poets
‘Wake up sir. Time for your sonic shower.” “Go away Rosie,” I muttered with a glower. “Curtains translucent,” her tinny reply.
By Andrew C McDonald4 days ago in Poets
tapestries and memories scattered emotions line the floor letting go and losing things where faith and sorrow go to war funny how in seconds flat
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 days ago in Poets
Rules are meant to be followed. Rules are meant to be broken. This was the schizophrenic world in which Ode had found himself.
By Katherine D. Graham4 days ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.