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Field of the Fallen
Sunlight danced softly across the frost-crusted fields, making the little blades of grass sparkle like emeralds. The faraway chirrup of a songbird was the only disruption to the quiet of the morning. An icy chill, the last vestige of the dying winter, clung to the air, settling in a thick white mist at the far side of the open field. The heavy stench of decay hung in that mist, punctuation by the sharp tang of freshly spilled blood.
By A. J. Schoenfeld7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (5)
This is beautiful, and I love, love, love your picture.
Gorgeous work! BRAVO!
Love your words and the image is perfect
Gorgeous verse for a fitting image, Daphsam!
This is a perfect match words and images.