Buried the last light,
Casket dreams and memories,
Flicker into dust.
About the Creator
Kristi Janel
Former creative who let life take her far away from artistic pursuits. I now want to refocus on living a more purposeful life.
Writing is one my passions along with art, violin, theatre and video games.
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The Ovum Express
The cold, vibrating floor feels gritty on my face. Alarms pierce the air like needles through my skin. It is dark. I grasp around; nothing but dust and metal. My hands smack against a wall with a reverberating clink. That clink turns into a rumble. That rumble grows louder.
By Kristi Janelabout a year ago in Fiction
“FROM ORPHAN TO PRESIDENT : A REMARKABLE JOURNEY “
Once upon a time in a small, forgotten corner of the world, there lived a young orphan girl named Emily. Abandoned at the doorstep of an overcrowded orphanage, she had no memories of her parents or any family. But what she lacked in roots, she made up for with a dream as vast as the sky itself – she wanted to become the President of her country.
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