Mark Crouch
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Latent Echoes
“The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own.” As Cain uttered those words to his wife, her annoyance quickly turned to amusement, “Don’t even. I swear you don’t have a serious bone in your body. Everything is a joke to you!” she laughed, striking him playfully.
By Mark Crouch12 months ago in Fiction
The Magic Thieves
“Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was such a marvel, like nothing any of us had ever seen. There were rumors that something lived in those clouds, that it was the source of the diamond dust that came with the storms but none of us ever saw anything like that. I’m not saying it’s not true, seeing isn’t always believing.”
By Mark Crouchabout a year ago in Fiction
Tranquility
A fire in the hearth Of the mountaintop cabin As it snows gently
By Mark Crouchabout a year ago in Poets