The moon's lupine light, a glow aglow, a howl in the throat, a beacon in the night sky. A drop of eternity drawing kindred souls to it.
Our wings aflutter, yearning for a beyond, to fall into that light and be lifted on its beams.
A hopeless beating against reality, powder scattering, fibers tearing.
Hypnotic its sleek path among the stars. Magnetic its lure, a lurid call into the darkness where mysteries wait.
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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...
