Her room chirped in the iridescent purple glow of the crawling light, amidst the crack of dawn. But dawn did not crack, it never did; it simply fused through the night, sperming its way across the Universe until the sun, that blazing fetus stood still, claiming the sky to itself.
Dawn thus can never be sudden like a yoke suspending from a cracked egg; that would be too violent an act for nature to allow.
Primal!
So glad you posted…Was in need of your writing….Such creativity…
Ah David you’re so generous with you appreciation:) This is an excerpt from something I intend on working a great deal on in the future, once I get done with exams! Hopefully a novel. Thought I’d give a little out, but just a little.
just a little yes…but it tantalizes….:)
Brilliant, you..
And you:) You teach me words I never knew existed
Same goes for you ; )
sensitively done.
Nature is a sensitive topic after all:)
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It’s a rather intense and strange description of an otherwise mundane event. I thought it was quite good! It definitely makes very good use of the short length too.
who said the wishing well is dry of mythological heroes?
i can see new pictures hanging in the maternity ward….with the stages of embryo development patterned after milky way components and everyone suddenly behaving strangely patient. my goodness. there’s even talk of putting a bar on the first floor beside the quiet meditation room.