Status: Completed.
Shadows, Shades, Whispers
A woman is lost in a forest.
She sees the vision from an unknown Purgatory and hears the whispers of some misplaced Hell.
It isn’t a dream. A woman is lost in the fantasy of her dying beloved man. A woman is lost in hope. She does not fear. She does not look forward. She waits for the man to be there, to discharge her from whatever makes her fall back. She seeks for the man to be there, to discharge her from the forest where she gets lost.
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Second Prize on xXGreyWingsXx’s Writing Contest, for Original Fiction, inspired on a simple sentence:
“Dreams are the seedlings of reality”.
Word counting: 2.186 words.
I highly enjoy feedback.
She sees the vision from an unknown Purgatory and hears the whispers of some misplaced Hell.
It isn’t a dream. A woman is lost in the fantasy of her dying beloved man. A woman is lost in hope. She does not fear. She does not look forward. She waits for the man to be there, to discharge her from whatever makes her fall back. She seeks for the man to be there, to discharge her from the forest where she gets lost.
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Second Prize on xXGreyWingsXx’s Writing Contest, for Original Fiction, inspired on a simple sentence:
“Dreams are the seedlings of reality”.
Word counting: 2.186 words.
I highly enjoy feedback.
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Do Not Fear, Look Forward
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