Tag: #writephoto
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WORN

Back stooped, legs bowed. Face weathered and scored with lines, each one telling a story of a long life. She has lived through a pandemic, the third Great War, the rise of the machines. Still she walks on, unbowed. Her family is long gone: her true love long ago when the disease caught him; her…
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THE DARKNESS

This wasn’t where he belonged. He was comfortable in town, in the narrow, dirty streets and rundown boarding houses. He liked to be among people, even though he despised them. He felt comfort in the crowd. But he had to escape. He could feel the darkness descending again. The need. He wanted to resist it.…
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DREAMING OF HEATHER

The bed sheets are damp with sweat. The muggy, warm air offers no relief. I unwrap myself and lie on top of the duvet. This weather has to break soon. It isn’t just the close atmosphere that has made me sweat. I had been dreaming of her again. Vague images of my dream come back…

