Frames come to life slow,
Silent motions tell a tale,
Magic in stillness.
About the Creator
Murali
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A Love Forboding
The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
By James U. Rizzi4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
well done
Oh wow, I had no idea so much work went into it. Salute to them!
One word will cover it. Perfect.