Jana Cooksey
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Dystopian.No.More.
Upon I laid my eyes, A tattered page that was blowing in the wind. I was surprised that these things still existed. A thicker paper, not quite like cardstock—but enough to surprisingly not be taken by the elements. The pen, an Acid-free and Archival ink—it was not faded in the Sun!! To my Surprise, a lovely Rounded corner of The—Likely, UnForgotten—Journal waved in the Wind, my All-Weather Gloves Held on Tight as I turned to Block it From The Wind.
By Jana Cooksey 5 years ago in Fiction
The Certain Black Book--A Look into the Abyss
As he started penning in his journal, he put his pen down and started to ponder… what was it? The Gold he had misplaced. The suspense grew as he could only envision the outcome after outcome wondering--why and how--he came to a conclusion of His Death.
By Jana Cooksey 5 years ago in Poets
