Mountain tall and cold,
Bring me to your summit high
To touch Heaven's face.
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John Moore
Engineer who wants to go pro at writing. Lover of all things sci-fi and fantasy.
Catholic trying to balance faith and reason in my work and build something beautiful along the way.
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Beneath the Green Boughs
The great monarch drifted lazily on the cool evening breeze, wandering towards the reds and oranges of the sunset. Every flap of his elegant wings brought him closer to that painted sky. As the great orange ball of light descended, he drifted towards his roost in the forest. It offered protection for his kind, though he didn’t think of safety in the way that men would understand. He scarcely thought at all.
By John Moore2 years ago in Fiction
Just Sixty Seconds
Oliver sat at a cold, grey steel-covered table. He knew he was next. The longer he sat here, the more confident he knew he wouldn’t make it. His hands were tied to the chair he was sitting on, pushed up against the steel table. A small camera in the corner of the ceiling with a tiny red flashing light was the only thing he was focused on. He felt sick to the stomach. He knew he didn’t have long.
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