Friendship
The Key Between Stranger Realms - Day Nine
On this strange morning, I awake with sudden purpose. I must find the king who remains nameless. By the cafe where I first saw him, I idle. The Man Who Can’t Be Moved plays in my mind. I don’t yet know why, but the king means so much more to me, to the realms, than that one moment we shared in the forest.
By Sam Eliza Green2 years ago in Poets
My Path to Happiness
Love has a way of sneaking up on you when you least expect it. I wasn’t searching for it, not really. My life was comfortable, busy, and predictable. I had my routine, my friends, my work, and for the most part, I was content. Sure, I had thought about love, but it wasn’t something I was actively chasing.
By Alex Williams2 years ago in Poets
The Key Between Stranger Realms - Day Eight
On this strange morning, I wake from a dream that feels terribly real. I hold my arms, my shoulders, my legs. No scars, no trace of suffering. I am on the couch in the little apartment, hidden from the world. No towers, no pirate ships. How long was I lost in the dream? How much of it was entirely fabricated?
By Sam Eliza Green2 years ago in Poets
The Key Between Stranger Realms - Day Seven
On this ordinary morning, I’m heading to the neighboring cafe for a hot cup of energy. I sing along to my new favorite song that reminds me of chilly sunrises and autumn leaves. On the sidewalk, a spry, elderly man kneels beside his rucksack, rustling through it as if digging for some lost trinket. He doesn’t eye me, too absorbed in his search.
By Sam Eliza Green2 years ago in Poets
