Colin White
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Parting the Waters
Jalkut strode out of the cover of trees, robes swaying with each step, and was greeted by the blinding rays of a midday sun. He waited until his eyes adjusted before pulling back his hood. There was no reason to hide from prying eyes anymore. Not after today.
By Colin White5 years ago in Fiction
Trinkets of Salvation
The sound of feet hitting the pavement was made more evident by the recent rinse of rain, which left a calm that could be seen in the droplets sprinkled over the concrete. He welcomed the change in weather, yet, it did beg the question if this unironic instance of nature mocking life was directed solely at him. Their purity was unequivocally the last occurrence of such a sentiment left; untouched by the tension that usually overwhelmed the heavy air.
By Colin White5 years ago in Fiction
