Vicky Tenth
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What Was Life For, If Not To Live?
As I walked through the bustling streets of the city, I couldn't help but feel a sense of despair wash over me. The world seemed to be a bleak and unforgiving place, a cruel and indifferent entity that cared nothing for the struggles of its inhabitants. I felt a deep sense of sadness and emptiness as I contemplated the state of the world and the lives of its inhabitants. It appeared that the sole driving force behind human endeavors was avarice, with the affluent wielding a disproportionate degree of sway and authority over the less financially endowed.
By Vicky Tenth12 months ago in Fiction
The Horizon of Life: A Voyage of Endless Reflections
The sky was a canvas of vibrant colors as the sun set on the horizon. Its rays stretched out like delicate fingers, reaching out to caress the earth below. The trees swayed gently in the breeze, their leaves rustling like a thousand whispers.
By Vicky Tenth12 months ago in Fiction
