{The Darkest Nights
Produce the
Brightes stars}...........
How does it work?
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.
More stories from Yasar Arabath and writers in Poets and other communities.
In the quiet of the evening's embrace, When the sun has set and the sky is ablaze, The world seems to slow, and time stands still,
By Yasar Arabath3 years ago in Poets
Caught unaware Nose buried in Engaging information Comfortably ensconced On a plush sofa A man hovers above me Shadow casting
By Aspen Marie 3 days ago in Poets
Why do you Persist? All is dead but your light hue. Blossoms carry life.
By Aaron Michael Grant5 days ago in Poets
Larkin and Villi had been on the floor of the throne room for quite awhile. The shock was immense. How could they even begin with tracking down dragons who had stolen away their parents?
By Rowan Finley 7 days ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.