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Decay
Upon here I lay, victim of death and decay, I will be of great use to many. I'll be their home. I'll be their food. Through generations of them, the testament of time I stood. But now I lay. That's all I do. Mighty I was, but now a corpse, it's true. Of life I was given. Of lives I helped to provide. Even in the moments after, I continue to do so, I must confide. Yet, I am no secret, though the dead do not talk. My voice will no longer be heard on a walk. Here, I lay.
By Thavien Yliasterabout a year ago in Fiction
Treacherous Surfaces
Excited to pick up Fergus for their date, Ella drove her Mini up the studio’s drive. Wind in her hair, and with the setting sun shining as majestically as it would in the morning, she couldn’t wait to see him after his shoot. She was so delighted to see him that she left her door ajar after parking and she’d even forgot about the keys being in the ignition. Strutting in to IMG Models, she breezed past security so quickly that the guards never realized she was there until she was already down the hallway near the elevator.
By Thavien Yliasterabout a year ago in Fiction