Impossible
The Grass is not Greener on the other side of the Galaxy.
I was amazed by what I saw. A purple Moon illuminated the sky, and I felt a shiver down my arms. Looking at the warp gun, I was speechless. The sky was filled with purple clouds and had turned bright purple. As I scanned my surroundings, I noticed some green-looking men staring at me. I felt scared and uneasy. Just as I was about to introduce myself as Shann, one of the Green Men smiled and pointed at me.
About the Creator
George Shannon Ferguson
Poetry is a wonderful medium for capturing the beauty of our everyday lives and sharing it with others. I strive to express my unique experiences through my writing and create a meaningful impact. Thank you for your time and attention.
Keep reading
More stories from George Shannon Ferguson and writers in Fiction and other communities.
The Last Hope
The Last Hope There weren't always dragons in the valley. Silence fell over the room as the last sounds of the Bard's harp deceased. Every eye in the Tavern of Twilight Moon fell upon the stranger. He stood in the center of the room next to the fireplace with his back to everyone. The fireplace gently crackled as the silence became ominous.
By George Shannon Ferguson2 years ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.