@the4thholmes writes: As she glanced upwards, she could just make out the silhouette of a pale steed, as the man upon it whispered, “Come.”
@EthanTypesWords writes: The avalanche enveloped the mountaineer’s body. In the end he felt calm, warm, and wished only for cold lemonade.
@Koszarsky writes: It was comfortable and the silk pillow was a nice touch. The only problem was the six feet of dirt above.
@Roman_Writes: You sweep in—the citrus trees you prong and the berry bushes you imbue. The roots you pierce and the air you permeate—all in fair season.
@sgw1972 writes if I’d known I wasn’t going to see him again I would have been nicer, I would have kissed him one more time. Too late now.
stepfather fell to his drunken death
down oak steps in a funereal smelling, damp,
dark home in trippy Mississippi.”
Lisa Frances Cole
@lisafcole writes: People were frightened of the undiscovered country. For who would bear the unknowable mysteries? No traveler returns.
@Beardabull writesL He told me it was his duty. They didn’t ask and he didn’t tell and War does not discriminate.