Jake Worrall
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Stories (2/0)
The time I returned to the sun
Within whatever stretches of menial memory that cascade through my mind, the stretch of long golden road sure is one I itch return to each night when my eyes slam shut against dank English pillow. Memories of sun-baked sapphire skies and oven roasted architecture shimmering shades of eroded grey, tan and red. Amidst them all was my red skin, throbbing purple as its surface felt the force of my pointing finger. I was sure if our celestial master in the sky stared at me any longer, bubbles would begin rupturing on my shoulders like I really was a sunny side up in the fryer.
By Jake Worrall2 years ago in Feast
Indented Souls and Eternal Dreams
There weren’t always dragons in the valley; and there weren’t always these nightmares in my mind. Rip-roaring flame engulfing the orchard green city I once recognized from a previous life. Some would say it was a dream, some would say it was untrue. It was forever destined to remain that way. Blackening of each and every soul in a shade that was hidden from their view. Why can I only see it? Why will it take an eternity to fade? Heat cooling with the expansion of an infinite universe where my consciousness connects every galaxy like dots on a page.
By Jake Worrall2 years ago in Fiction