Prose
We Walk Together
We walked down to the beach, my soul sister and I, and went our separate ways. I walked towards the water. Once I reached the shore, I realized just how low the tide was. I was so excited. The lower the tide, the better the shells! But as I walked, I forgot to look for shells. I just couldn’t stop looking at the sky. The sun was such a bright orange-red. I could almost see the flames dancing in the sky. And the colors…I had never seen such gorgeous or vibrant pastel colors.
By Priestess Ganesa2 years ago in Poets
Scars
The scars outside Are nothing compared to those on the inside The ones we use lies to hide Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
