Timothy Ross
Joined March 2021
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Bio
musician, artist, writer and general enthusiast. find me in the sun by a body of water. “Oleander” in loving memory of Conor.
Stories (2/0)
Vacant Garden
Looking below, I saw nothing but shadow when their forms emerged from within it, spinning and spiraling around each other as they slowly plunged into the void below, flashes of light illuminating the mist, their black cloaks billowing and gleaming as they descended further and further downward towards the earth as if children descending a tower. Layers of stars spun in dance around them like gears of a clock. The cry had been heard. The Cities rejoiced and danced.
By Timothy Ross3 years ago in Fiction
