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A Dip At Night

Random Thoughts #33

By Adam WallacePublished about a month ago 1 min read
Top Story - December 2025

Quiet falls over the still lake

Flames lick the edge of the shore

My eyes catch the melding of light and dark

My grip firms on a half-empty bottle

Amber drops spill on the sediment

Two more bottles lie by the fire

One casts a viridian glow on the site

One starts to melt, casting toxic fumes in the stale air

Will the capsules melt, as well?

Who knows? Who cares?

The servant cannot serve two masters

The old one gave unnatural peace

The older one releases real pain

My feet feel the warmth on approach

My cheeks reflect the glow on fresh tears

The bottle tumbles from my hand

Natural fuel erupts like a solar flare

The lake draws attention

Fire and ice tug on both arms

Ice pulls harder, fire's grip weakens

Falling

Stillness broken

Quiet

Quiet

Emergence like a new birth

Eyes drawn to the flames reflected

A peaceful sigh

A new beginning

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About the Creator

Adam Wallace

I put up pieces here when I can, mainly about games and movies. I do also write poetry & short stories. I'm also writing movies, writing a children's book & hosting the gaming channel "Cool Media" on YouTube! Enjoy & find me on Bluesky!

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  • Tiffany Gordonabout a month ago

    Riveting writing! Congrats on your Top Story!

  • K. S. Wrenabout a month ago

    Bro! Holy Crap! I was on the edge of my seat... The dichotomy of fire and ice, in this context was epic. "The old one gave unnatural peace The older one releases real pain" When I read these lines, the bottles were past versions of myself, the one in your hand was my current self, so familiar with the way things were, knowing this is the better path. Thank you my friend.

  • Dylan about a month ago

    Nice poem!

  • L.C. Schäferabout a month ago

    Ummm... is he ok 🤯

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