Michael Lewis
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Farming Amongst the Clouds
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. And as soon as they do, the observers in their towers would announce it and the cloud farmers would head up in their harvesters to start their work for the day, harvesting from said purple clouds.
By Michael Lewisabout a year ago in Fiction
Beneath Grey Skies
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. "Do you see something out there, Juliet child?" asked the aging male owner of the room, sitting opposite her, behind an antique-looking desk, looking at her through bespectacled eyes. The light played off his pale complexion, a complexion shared by everyone in the community. The seat she sat in was angled somewhat towards the window.
By Michael Lewisabout a year ago in Fiction