The rickety, distraught pier stretched longingly away from the pearl sands and out towards the untamed sea. The promise of inevitability enticing it.
Swirling above, the sky a shade of crushed berried slowly stewed and blended. Whisps of lilac and splodges of deep purple moving eerily in the constant dance of the sky. Watercolour smears separate to reveal jagged spears of intense light raining down from Zeus. A godly act to put the others to shame. Patterns cast across the sky to make deadly artwork and made idolised artists like Da Vinci turn in their graves to marvel at the masterpiece.
Below the swirling skies, the pier creaked in an inferior attempt to drag attention away and become a new magnet of awe. Failing with every try.
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Short Stories
Short Storyjust a collection of descriptive short stories i've written over the years
