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The Last Goodbye
We didn’t know,
It was the last goodbye,
No tears were shed,
No reason to cry.
But now the weight,
Of what’s been lost,
Hits me with a pain,
I didn’t know would cost.
About the Creator
Francisca
Hi everyone my name is Francisca i am a writer and also I also love cooking.With a passion for exploring the complexities of life through fiction,I bring characters to life in a way that feels both relatable and profound.
The Duelist
The rays of a dying red sun flashed against the onrushing blade. The grey beards say the key to dueling lies in size, speed, reach, righteous fury, whatever the person in front of them pays them to say. Matteo knew better than any it was none of these and had an undefeated record on these sands to prove it.
By Matthew J. Fromm3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
In the end we never really knew. Such great writing.