Seconds run, minutes walk,
through the grinding gears of life —
Hours creep, years deceive.
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J. S. Wade
Since reading Tolkien in Middle school, I have been fascinated with creating, reading, and hearing art through story’s and music. I am a perpetual student of writing and life.
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There was a betrayer in our midst. We had no way of knowing, for they kept their evil deeds cloaked in deception. Our little village of Hampshire was taken entirely by surprise when they committed their traitorous acts. We had no thoughts to predict that at the time of our celebrating the Sun's ascension to the highest point in the Northern Sky, they would strike with a most diabolical blow. A blow that has undoubtedly left a mark burned deep into the pure white light of our hearts.
By The Invisible Writer4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (9)
So true!
Oh my. Yes indeed they do. Well done.
This is very clever and completely true. Great stuff, Scott!
Excellent!!!
So spot on, every word. I always ask myself where all the time has gone. Then find myself wishing it would go faster when I’m “on the clock.” Love this, great work!
Magnificent!!!💖💖💕
Years deceive...so very true. The older I get, the faster they go. Really great work, Scott :)
Very nice!
❤️💯🫶🏾😊‼️Growing up 🆙 wiser and Stronger🙏‼️‼️