Cotton candy sky
The soft backdrop of the alp
I spy with my eye
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Arsal Asal
Emerging screenwriter and director, dog lover, immigrant in the US. Loves creative writing, terrified of birds.
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- Second Place in The Fantasy Prologue
The Thief of ReasonSecond Place in The Fantasy Prologue
There were not always dragons in the Valley. I will see them gone from that place once more. My father wept when I made my pledge, a rare thing. The tears fell from behind his mask like warm, summer rain. His attachment to me was a failing on his part, a stumble upon the Path. Yet I was gladdened to see him weep for me; a failing on mine. Later, upon my journey, I kept the memory of my father’s tears close, and felt a little less alone.
By Madoka Mori5 days ago in Fiction
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