the world of nightmares
without any shining love
why so much hate here?
...
something calling: night.
always whispering their truths
if only they knew.
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Fin
About the Creator
Ruby Red
Hello friends!
I am a quirky teenager, lover of books, music and theatre. I am happy.
An ally 🏳️🌈
Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear - Edgar Allen Poe
Consider this a doorway to my mind and soul.
I hope you enjoy ❤️
Smartystan
Rain didn’t stop Mala. Swaddling for Edgar covered the baby boy’s body and she held her other son’s, Burton, six-year-old hand. The mud, muck, and mire didn’t hinder her from staying on course with her mission. From Pennsylvania, they all trekked to get closer and closer to land that was never promised but simply implied. Each step produced more mud caked around her sneakers. She didn’t care. Her rucksack provided them protein packs to put into plastic bottles and nuts and berries and dried meats to keep their muscles in good health. Water hydrated. She rested. The baby had been asleep the entire time that she had started her journey and her eldest son remained silent throughout the excursion as well.
By Skyler Saunders3 days ago in Chapters
Comments (2)
Oooo, this seemed very mysterious. I loved it!
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