White hot fire flashing, shocked senses
Warmth blooming like the aspen after devastation
Stars glitter where none were before
Confusion spreading, a mist descending
Suddenly tunnels obscure vision
Inky depths like wells run dry
Twilight falling with nary a firefly
Even the stars are fading
The warmth grows cold
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Short Stories
Short StoryA collection of short stories (and maybe poems?) by me. Mostly Tolkien related, but there'll be other stuff too.
