Parti Pris
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The Dancing Old Man
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky- It was a sight the old man had never seen before. He had lived in the same house for over thirty years, and although the clouds had always been there, he had not looked up at the sky in the longest while. He had been too busy with work and his family to pay attention to the world around him.
By Parti Prisabout a year ago in Fiction
A Cloud of Hair
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Up in her room, little Salacia stared out of the open window with a glimmer in her eyes. It was her favourite time of the day- the stars would twinkle like glitter scattered in the sky. The clouds would sway to the rhythm of the winds. The sounds of frogs in the nearby pond replaced the songbirds of the day, and twilight thrushes sang a sweet and melodic tune.
By Parti Prisabout a year ago in Fiction