Centre of Life (in a 100 words)
The sun is often taken for granted
I long to see that yellow star. One that was hidden to us behind the thick veil of smog. I want to feel it’s radiance upon my skin.
I hear from the older guys that artificial ones never were the same, so I strived and struggled to migrate just to feel it.
As I step onto the moon’s surface, I think about all that I went through; skimping and saving for this. About Jarvis.
I feel my back heating and tingling. I turn around slowly and there it is.
Radiating brilliance. White though, unlike the drawings.
The Centre of life
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This is adapted from a short story i previously wrote (not as short as this one of course) called "Centre of Life"
I got this idea from reading Dana Stewart and her beautiful story below
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Mo Darasi
I write fiction, poetry and occasional articles about interesting topics.
Finding interesting ways to write a poem or hide messages within them seems to be my main interesting in writing now, and it's been fun
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