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Sunlight Makes the Best Bleach

By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemistPublished 10 months ago 1 min read
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Tap. Tap. Tap.

Craaaaaaack!

Hear that?

That's the sound of a shell shattering with the secrets it held inside.

Primary color of fear, what say you of what you find here?

Who asks?

Ask not who asks, for that is why I am afraid.

If you know why you are afraid, you know what I found.

Yes.

Speak it.

No!

Coward.

Yes.

Some truth at last.

But only at the bitter end, and not enough.

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About the Creator

Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist

I fell in love with speculative fiction and poetry many years ago, but I have precious little time to write any. Then, I went crazy and started a cult called metAlchemy, or meta alchemy. I revere energy of all brands, esp. good, kind chaos.

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    Written by Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist