Each second that ticks,
Echoes of the past grow loud,
Future fades to grey.
How does it work?
More stories from JR Young and writers in Poets and other communities.
Mastery comes only from understanding; to understand one must accept they know nothing. Mastery is the road that begins in ignorance and has no end.
By JR Young4 years ago in Fiction
~ if this is the only one I get (and it seems likely it is) I have no idea what to do with it anymore, started off with god and woman
By Heather Hubler7 days ago in Poets
Rarely has anyone heard my "help" . onto a father, a little daughter in fear hoovering her head just enough to keep her neck from leaning against the offered belly of Cronus the Goliath, as if it would be a space to rest...
By Iris V.about 2 hours ago in Poets
The sound of cheering voices was deafening. The air filled with the acrid smoke from Julie’s blackened body. In my eyes, she was a hero. She was what we were meant to be, not how we, all of us, have turned out.
By Calvin London7 days ago in Fiction
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