Another fragment I wrote at school. I'm not too convinced about this one, but oh well.
A low hum flowed into the room and you closed your eyes, deep pleasure reflected on your usually stoic face. Winter lights glowed outside, the cold seeping into nearby houses, but never yours. It's never yours. You reclined on rich chairs and drank the most expensive wines. You owned the world when you smiled, it surrendered upon your gaze, and it loved you as it had never loved me. And then you had to die, stupid mortal. And your power was unleashed for the greedy world to take, for the hungry sharks and snakes and other predators. You reclined on your chair as you observed all hell let loose. You stupid, stupid human. You ignorant fool. Your heart keeps beating, your blood rushing through your veins, and yet you claim to be dead. Die then, knowing that, in the end, you are nothing at all to the eyes of a God.
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The Lost Dreams of a Broken Poet
Short StoryA collection of poems and short stories I write when I'm bored. Most of the themes are sad, so I hope that, in a hundred years when I'm long dead, students read them as part of their Literature lessons. XD ⚠Major character death in some stories⚠
