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Time
Time. Time is constant. Time is merciless. Time will not negotiate. Time is stubborn. Time is this race you can’t stop running in. If every star in the universe blinked out of existence, time would be unphased, time would march forward. Before, during, and after life, time continues to move. Time doesn’t stop for anything. But time can feel. Time can see, see more than anything else. It sees life and death, it sees hope and fear, it sees everything. Time is not a lonely observer, It is the lonely observer. Time watches over, sworn never to interfere or change, only to remain constant and singular. Time knows everything there is to know. Time is god without hands. Time is heaven without hell. Time is love without loss.
By Aaron Wale8 years ago in Poets
Stained
The branches of the naked skeletal tree bended with the wind. Night was becoming, the moon would soon be here, and so would fear. Dead leaves scattered across the icy ground, there was no one to be found--or seen. But there were eyes watching, that were keen.
By Brandi Espy8 years ago in Poets
Flashes
I got in the shower, letting the hot water wash over me. Looking down I saw blood; it covered the floor. It looked as though it was clogging the drain, I closed my eyes trying to unclog it, but all I wanted to do is gag at the metallic, copper smell. I finally opened my eyes to dry and the water was clear. I turned the water off hesitantly watching the water drip from the tap.
By Tara Harrison8 years ago in Horror
