The excruciating pain wrought by the teeth remained as an aftershock, a traumatic tremor inside of the beautiful blade, just as it would each time they delivered destruction. Though elders near it had learned to overcome this through “breeze appreciation,” the young blade had not learned this technique. It naively assumed facing the teeth would simply get easier, or that they would eventually stop.
It still found joy during the in-between times, when it could stretch and gorge itself on the light.
Yet, the insatiable, screaming teeth would return, again and again, renewing the infinite cycle between joy and pain.
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Adam Clost
Canadian teacher & globetrotter
Reader of a wide variety of non-fiction (biological science, physics, philosophy, social science, history) and science fiction.
Hobbyist writer (mostly Sci-Fi) for fun, and as a creative outlet.
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