A distant lilac ball hung in a clear desert sky. The sun reduced to a small purple sphere before it set behind volcanoes. Streaks of silvery blue clouds shone in the twilight before relenting to the night and its two silver moons. Deep, deep down inside a canyon, amongst red cracked regolith, reaching up with twisted branches, a tree grew on Mars.
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N J Delmas
I lean towards the darker side of fiction and poetry. I love folk lore, fairy tales, ghosts and witches, often giving old themes a new twist. I have published with several magazines and am in the process of writing a dark YA fiction.
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