Posts Tagged ‘Prose.’

Stars.

Unfathomable clarity: such that diamonds could not even compete; a purity unbounded: the whitest of white light.

The night sky shone as only it could: ostentatiously and without inhibition. Arrogantly. Despite the astronomical distance between the stars and ourselves, their nightly communiqués were all that kept me sane. In spite of all that stood between [...]

#1. Prose. Fiction.

‘Well, nothing lasts forever. The permanence of nothing is guaranteed: we are born, we consume, we die – the only universal truth; the only infallible transience. Sure there are the perks inbetween the three, of course: we’d all just end life prematurely if we know the true sumtotal of our existence. We’d have nothing to [...]

Something old #2.

Eyes. It was always eyes: nothing else interested me nearly as much in other people. Where others only saw discrete variation in eyes (their blue, grey, green, brown divisions: solid colours and their relative simplicity in explicability were all that mattered to these others), I saw an infinity of possibilities. I saw not only these [...]

Something old.

Dew droplets formed on grass, and our feet violated their almost holy bond: that water was a pure influence upon the grass tainted by its mere position, and here we were, interfering in its sacrament. It was awfully rude of us: though downtrodden and soiled by the very earth which served as its anchor, the [...]

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