Fable
Her Empyrean Majesty
~~~~????~~~~ The gushing sound of wind in my ears did nothing to ease the drowsiness I felt. I was certain death would meet me at the end of this fall, and I would never know the truth. What happened to me? I wanted to know, yet I could sense the ground’s approach and my demise grew nearer. A red swath of fabric concealed my vision, but I shut my eyes anyway, accepting the death I knew would come. One could not fall from the sky and survive.
By Kelly Brackett3 years ago in Fiction
The Tiger's Eyes
I walk the world, marveling at its beauty but only from the stories I’ve been told and never by my own witness. The tiger is by far the most majestic and I ask for its story as often as my friends are willing to tell me. Though I was born without sight I can picture the striped rings on its throat, like a distinguished collar that separates it from the other animals. A tapestry of contrasting colors, the orange background painted with a weave of black unique to every single one. Its stripes merge with the tall grasses of its home and like a mirage it disappears from view, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.
By Anastasia J Cleveringa3 years ago in Fiction










