I am home,
Home at last
The night is over, daylight rising
Where shall I lay my head?
The pillow is soft and inviting, the bed filled with warmth
Having nowhere else to call MY place.
This place, here, where I alone am King.
No Queen, no Lords, no Court Jester. Just me, alone with my guards.
Feline guards, purring their contentment at the arrival of their slave, the King.
King of what? Nothing more than my own existence
I hold no authority of life or death over any
But I am home.
Home at last.
And yet I cannot find sleep.
About the Creator
Dave Rowlands
Author and Creator of Anno Zombus, but don't let that worry you; I write more than just zombie stories.
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Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
By Caroline Cravena day ago in Fiction
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