From my sketchbook
Fat flies feast from filthy fruit,
For fortune favors focused fervor -
Fortitude forbids failure's finality.
Fate flattens faithful fools
Feeling fulfilled from fantasy.
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The Path to Salvation
The late autumn evening air filled the monk's lungs, but it wasn't the season that chilled his bones. The heavy-handed presence of evil he had sensed upon entering the woods surrounding this mountain village had not bothered to conceal itself from him.
By Made in DNA2 days ago in Fiction
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