I love the falling sky whispering to me. Hushed splatters toppling like my dreams, soothing the ache of the earth's dry yearning. Whispers of hope, of worries drowning, sorrows washed away in the crisp air. I love the rain washing over me. Cold and unrelenting, pure and forgiving. The heavens are not so far, the earth not so empty. The harshness of reality blurs, fades, and there is nothing but the whisper of a better tomorrow.
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Drabbles and Dabbles
Short StoryDrabbles: Use only 100 words, and tell us a story. That's the challenge, if you choose to accept it. Don't waste words, and use no more and no less than precisely one hundred words. Go! (You'll find mine in the pages that follow) Dabbles: Every so o...