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All creation is sentient just in different ways. We Quasars, the creators of stars, are aware for billions of years before we eventually die fading into still green clouds. Mine is a big profound, ancient awareness coupled with an equally big and profound painful agony.
By Bonnie Bowerman3 years ago in Fiction
A Precious Heart
In the tender embrace of a craftsman's hands, my journey unfolded, born from the fragments of a life rich with experiences. Each hue, each shard, carried within it a tapestry of memories, woven from the colorful panes of a glass-filled storm door that my creator's children had helped stain. Each square a separate color as the little ones were taught that rainbows are what hold the promises of the future, the hopes of a life newly started.
By Adora Hooper3 years ago in Fiction
Why, Why, Why. Runner-Up in Snow Micro Challenge.
It rained all day today, and I with it. Silently misting, pooling in my eyes, battering the earth, streaming down my cheeks, dripping from the gutters, rain fell all day, as if we would fall for evermore. What can I make from rain though? Only rivers and seas too strong for me to stand against. Now evening comes, let me close my swollen eyes and breathe frost across the sodden tableau. Let me dress this rain as snow.
By Hannah Moore3 years ago in Fiction
MY MISSING FOOTBALL
In the heart of my town nestled between rolling hills, there stood a big field where friends gathered every evening to indulge in their favorite sport: football. Among them was me, young Emmanuel, I have a passion for the game that burned brightly within me. I cherished my football a lot. It was a gift from my mother on my fifteen years birthday—like a prized possession.
By Aifuwa Emmanuel3 years ago in Fiction
