Kendall Conway
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Poles Apart
Only those with inherited riches and insensitive-lacquered hearts may rest behind the polished walls. Only the sanguinary receive a home enveloped by blue diamond, guarded by loyal cretins. I am permitted to stare at the peace from a distance before returning to my hovel made of supplies gathered from the earth. And while Swayers inside the walls thrive in their trades of jadeite, I use what lays below my feet, and I eat what soars above the platinum strands on my head.
By Kendall Conway5 years ago in Fiction
Quietus Intellect
It smelled like pig’s liver. My feet cried their brick weight song and my nose recoiled in disgust. The shuffle of my bare feet against the wet black pavement was the only sound pressing the night air, save for the timid beat of my heart. My breath made pretty clouds in front of me as I walked, Daddy's black raincoat concealing me from visibility.
By Kendall Conway5 years ago in Fiction
