Joe Swinehart
Stories (2/0)
A Locked Heart
The earth was washed with red as the sun began to rise over the horizon. The dawn of the new day normally presents itself with hope for the upcoming day, a time of hope and inspiration to push oneself through the struggles and challenges of life in order to make a better life for themselves and their kin. But hope no longer has a place here.
By Joe Swinehart3 years ago in Fiction
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CHAPTER 1: THE THUNDER IN THE STREETS Around the Earth there is a blanket of gems that cover the nights sky, but these starts cannot be seen from the city. They have been replaced with mankind’s LED sparkling skyline. While it remains festive and in some sense beautiful it doesn’t have the same visceral pull that laying down in the grass with a night sky above, out in the country watching shooting stars has. That feeling, a want, a need, a longing, to be out amongst the stars can be extrapolated and expanded when you know you could be out there.
By Joe Swinehart3 years ago in Fiction