Rock slides and sea mist ,
Swirls and creaks and gales shake you ,
Poised to fall, but still
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Alex Politis
Veterinarian by day, amateur novelist by night
Currently navigating my greatest position thus far-DAD
I want to write good fiction because I care about stories and think they’re central to how we examine ourselves and our place in the world
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The Twilight Wood
There was only one reason for entering the Twilight Wood, and the reason behind Gilderoy’s pilgrimage was no exception. The forest stood like a great moat encircling the world. None knew what, if anything, stood on the other side. Now and then, there would be talk of someone surviving for more than a day in the mists, but these survivors somehow always disappeared swiftly. Some believed it was suicide, while others believed they simply faded from this world. By his reckoning, Gilderoy had now languished for three days in the endless fog, but time was thought to operate differently in the Twilight Wood. While unsure of how long he had survived, he was certain of one thing:
By Alex Politis3 years ago in Fiction
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