Whispers of the night,
Stars weave tales in silver threads,
Dreams dance in the dark.
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Michael Catalfumo
Hey There. I've been writing since High school and was told by a creative writing teacher that my stuff was too dark and no one would read it.
I have never told any of my stuff to anyone until now. Hope you like it.
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Ash
(Image is AI Generated.) No sound, and even though Jack’s eyes are closed, he knows wherever he is, it’s very bright. Forcing his eyelids open with more energy than he had ever used before to do such a task, he brings up an arm to shield himself from a light that most surely wasn’t artificial but was at the same time—as if the light was coming from all around him but nowhere at the same time.
By Michael Catalfumoabout a year ago in Fiction
One Unchecked Box
"Republished" because it was the only way to add the embed for the newly recorded audio version of this story due to the Top Story badge. Plus it serves as a nice, informal announcement of the podcast's revival for another season (go subscribe!):
By Stephen A. Roddewig3 days ago in Fiction
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