David Muir

Joined May 2022

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LOSING CONTROL
I watch with a weary world for the decision to be read, Under the beating burn of the sun’s beam, crowds cry out with fear as they slowly see a right die.
By David Muir4 years ago in Poets
The Craggles' Cabin
“The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window.” Tim paused, watching with eager eyes as his friends and family leaned in for more. They sat in a complete circle around a campfire that was casting shadows in all directions. The sun was setting.
By David Muir4 years ago in Fiction