An AI Generated Image
Passing time must be
History’s greatest and most
Discreet assassin
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Field of the Fallen
Sunlight danced softly across the frost-crusted fields, making the little blades of grass sparkle like emeralds. The faraway chirrup of a songbird was the only disruption to the quiet of the morning. An icy chill, the last vestige of the dying winter, clung to the air, settling in a thick white mist at the far side of the open field. The heavy stench of decay hung in that mist, punctuation by the sharp tang of freshly spilled blood.
By A. J. Schoenfeld7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (5)
Cleverly penned! An astute personification!
Thats just the truth , perfect
Powerful and Profound.
Oh wow, this was so brilliant! I loved it!
Subtle yet profound impact of passing time. Incredibly done! 💌